Bleaching earth, no grass roots, you pay homage to those we leave behind for a long time ... ...

 Saturday at home watching She walked out of the dream, the dream end, the child told her she was eight years ago that wiped out her fetus. hero finally understand why there, she always seems to have similar things to see, she had been those left behind and things, when they pass a cemetery, where there are no color ghost, the children said, these are all forgotten by the enemy. hero and the children wake up with a wild chrysanthemum their anger .
Yes ah! how long we did not go to worship out of our ancestors, family, friends, maybe they also have no spark in the following, buy Shu chrysanthemums, even if it is a Ye Hao, to see them.
we forget things too much, too many omissions,UGG boots, whether inadvertent or intentional, it is no longer around us, and mind, and perhaps someday we can find that piece of area that lost is pain, whether you pleasure, whether you can meet again is a blessing. hero had no alternative but to knock down the natural flesh and blood, the child had also complained she hated her, why can not she wanted to be her, why can not my mother live together, when really there in front of her mother when the boy did not hate, because to see this side has been very satisfied, very much cherish. Yes, children will not hold a grudge, she just want to give her a reason adults. So still hope that those who do not have to knock down the BB's, no matter how difficult, protect it, because the growth in that ghost town, more terror, more fear he will.
whether childhood toys or you do not want to see book, please keep as discarded after brought back those memories. rest assured that these places will not take you much, and so have children, you left him, together with your memory.
in your where there have been thorns, that was my thoughts of you, though full of thorns can not touch, but I am willing to stab a deep dive to the heart, that is the kind of happiness, happiness can not be forgotten.
love family and friends, please put his hands into the air, touch the clean air and pure that the stars, when we were kids, to tell their parents how much we love you, when we are old age, tell the child how much we love you!
bleaching earth, no grass roots, you pay homage to those we leave behind for a long time hh