who held his little hand

2kfzi742 · Wysłany: Pią 20:57, 04 Mar 2011 Temat postu: who held his little hand

choked voice what once was, he dirty little face upturned Hu Hu, shook the keys still hanging in the chest sway. I can not speak, who held his little hand, two people walking toward the house.
I did not ask her further questions, do not blame him, but in the day so that he Wanbian all the entertainment, spent all the money in my pocket. The last remaining two dollars, and bought him a box of yogurt. 7 Station Road home, we walked back. He has been walking on my left side, high over my shoulder, like a little man.
After that summer, he no longer eat out, but to do it themselves, and then left me to eat half of the half when the late night snack. I work harder and hope to have the opportunity for a better job, you can have time to take care of him.
after a 40 years old, my body slowly than the former, lower back pain symptoms began to appear. Urging of his inspection, the result is a serious lower back strain, not acute, but the treatment is complicated to achieve, not tired, you need to massage or traction aid treatment, doctors recommend appropriate exercise.
vacation day, I took him to the amusement park, has been a long time did not take him out wantonly played out. He was very happy for the new clothes, but on the road, asked if I would not spend a lot of money?
first night, finally coming to a work, for fear of him, walked quickly away towards home. Bend at the junction of a sudden he jumped out, startled me.
home from the supermarket I work with two stops, then later, he ran over a man, heart of a bear,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], at the very start cursing at him is the meal. He did not excuse, hands behind his back, bowed his head to listen to my furry little chatter finished, hand to get in front of that, all right, I have weapons! Talking to a not long but very solid two small wooden dance , I am not afraid of bad guys, I come to meet you.
started work that morning, so he gave him two quick money, let him out to eat. Take over his money into the bag, then check with a good key, said no problem.

of this turn of events, he soon understood what came back from school one day, suddenly asked me, Mom, you are not laid off? And dad is divorced? Him not to let the right?
I often do not know what to say to him to write, he is my child, what can I say?
looking at the eggs, soup of water, his nose a one, the left two little dust, I smiled. Then I tried a little bow, he put too much salt, too salty, eating the bowl of which he named
Wang Wang
blink of an eye, he took part in the college entrance examination, not to accompany me, and all should be from their own leisurely. Examination is completed, chatted with me from the essay questions, and said, I wrote this essay in a word: next life, I hope I do his children. Mom, is sensational, right?
quite a while, I looked up and taken seriously with him, and said slowly, his son, my next life, I hope you do not meet me, do not do my children. Next life, I think you were born in another a happy rich family, by their love and care, everything, a real good life.

he always walk in the edge of their peers, though he never complained, but it is a mother can not be relieved of the debt to ... ...
life then I'm sorry things, good yard, said scattered to scattered. And they both lost their jobs. Should also be
homework to go! I snappily a voice shouted at him. He shrugged and said, Mom, do not be angry, and anyway we are still together. Ranging from what he said to me then,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], quickly rushed to his cabin. I am shocked for a long time, that moment I discovered that I do not know him, ignoring his growth.
when he grew up in it? Now he is old, going to the twelfth lunar month is 18 years old, and I met in the street and come back as big as his children play with their skateboards in the square, playing cars, or about to go to bookstores to the movies ... ... I know there are some, they at home playing games or doing homework, reading ... ... their mothers are doing for their delicious meals. Unlike him, 8 years ago to start their own dinner. I used to think that will give him a happy life, so that he can be warm and happy with the doctors, though not necessarily become rich, at least enough to live comfortably. 18 years ago, he came to this world that day, I carefully set inside the heart of such vows.
I asked him in surprise, is it because have to pay? Long time, he nodded his head.
finally found a job, the supermarket in a private collection, treatment is not worse than before, but work 10 hours a day, work until 9 pm, so I can not go home to his dinner.
out of the car at the intersection met the mother of his classmate, and asked, Lu Yang did not go to the class why the camp ah?
he started up earlier in the morning, call me for a walk, he does not let me cook, go to school every morning to the noon meal is also good, he read in high school , the kitchen is a skilled operator,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and will make varied meals. Then wait for him the afternoon after school, come back to do dinner. He is like my parents, my meticulous care.
Finally, the family said scattered on the loose, leaving less than 60 square meters of home, 800 savings, but also about his elementary school. Of course, I would want him, no matter how life, I will not give him.
I pressed by his little head, let him not think the issue should not want to. He spit the tongue.
he did the first meal is steamed eggs. He was very careful study, take a small book in mind I said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a few eggs, put the number of water, how much salt, stir to what extent ... ... only a child when he is fresh curiosity, no one thought the next day come back at night, very excited little face upturned he said to me, Mom, look what I made chicken soup, but you try it. Then it ended to me, it looked at me expectantly.
bowl is still being named after him, I do not want him to prematurely assume the content of these trivial life, once, I thought I would take a lifetime for him, and now, is he for me to do so.
I did not laugh along with him, thinking he wrote these words, my heart really is not touched, only sad.
evening light in the thin shallow boy wearing aprons are cooking. Pour some oil, put a thin green onion, ginger, put washed and cut vegetables, stir fry skillfully ... ... standing there looking at his back, come to think, he was the young child, naughty Love everywhere,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to stir up trouble, with the unique way the boys like a baby.
I've changed jobs, his secondary school, and I hope I can take care of him more time, but revenue fell short of the past. He did not computers, not that kind of publicity the car, not brand-name clothes, nor the luxury of shouting students to celebrate his birthday ... ... he has walked the edge of the peers, because I can not afford him that. Although he never complained, but it is not relieved of the debt to a current.
he cried, I cried.
(text / Acacia open)
day, given time, he pestered me to teach him to cook. He had a little book, written on the kitchen all the above considerations, including the first turn off after what ... what ... that summer, less than 10 years old, he learned to cook fried noodles, dumplings boiled eggs, rice, burning, and gradually do a shape. Surprised me the most is when my birthday in the near future, he should do for me Is Shou Ganmian a rough, thick surface, stick together, some places do not cook ... ... he calls to ask the hundreds of kilometers away my mother, know that this is the most favorite.

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I can not organize the words that I prepared to write a article.
just write what i want.
no rule.
it is up to my heart.

v1se0547 · Wysłany: Sob 17:12, 12 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

ice frozen in the evening, nest in a comfortable bench, the hug one soft pillow, a cup of tea and a song ... ...

no apparent reason like this poetry, like the poetry world that a person: a person's loneliness,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the loneliness of a person, a person's sadness.

story should go back to the fall, panic. Fishes often soaring expectations,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the beloved flowers, still did not open.

Started to write, the poet seems to imagine that do not leave any room for people to give themselves sentenced to prison, prisoners behind bars in the emotion,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but unfortunately this turned Melancholy poet or submerged enclosure for the prison's walls, turning coming.

crimson dawn dawn then her face, so last night (this should be the virtual mean) of the incense, have become a poet can not forget the sad, looking at the back of her step away, and finally discard it difficult to root emotional wand. In the poet inside, certainly there have been a happy and wonderful time, but because she - this little ; clean, fertile soil Here, we seem to see a persistent grass growth in the wall of silence corner and saw a shadow into the loneliness of love, saw a man tuck space, alone in the silent watch.

perhaps the beauty of love in the romantic visions of building, from the poet's words, although we can easily read out his soul,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], solo, alone, quite alone may not be able Acacia into her eyes, but everything or beneath the bitter grief into a beautiful girl Qunshan, brushed the tears of the poet wet line. Can not be made emotionally, hoping the wind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], blowing down the road this Acacia, Acacia blowing in the direction of this transfer ... ... it all still beautiful and stunning, beautiful and is Xin Chan, the United States it hurts!

At this point, weep not a poem, Trekking trekking in this complex emotional journey, the poet is bound to be a lonely man. You decorate her dream, she decorated the dreams of others!

do not have to research whether God had commanded Adam and Eve after all is a myth, and in the poet's eyes, it has no meaning. Missed this life, not seeking the afterlife, it would be a lonely geese do it, solo in the cold of the clear autumn.

Since then, the southern autumn, there is a Lone Wild Goose, flapping wings tired, too confused look on the water is also lost hope ... ...

Since then, the southern autumn, there is a Lone Wild Goose,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], gentle singing from the War ... ...
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