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July 22, 2015

A person's life

In the world of my acquaintance, always thought that Granny gave birth to aging, is to give birth to a pair of deformity of the feet; sucking child, always in the mother's arms; I was born so, laugh and cry, every day with the white clouds sport, with the wind dance with Yuer hand, crazy rainbow after the storm rain bring many strange imagination DR REBORN...

This is not easy to ask and don't look back to see the baby in the arms of his mother, mother behind stumbling walk of a child, time only leave you some framework: grandma less past in a hurry, deformity of the feet without previous aura; I also is no longer a with my past. Complex, confused with life, the month became the only I can talk to the object.

Moon light song, to night and often think, moonlight through the jujube pouring to the full house and, tangled branches carved in the courtyard, stout trunk abruptly billion disorderly implicated together DR REBORN...

These branches are sometimes soft, and there are some things in the trance. Increasingly clear, some tree buds, leaves, and small fruits, light is difficult to smoothly to the courtyard. With the fruit of the growing, mature, the moonlight can only be difficult to squeeze into the corner, bit by bit, in the courtyard of the farmhouse. However, without the need for a few days, this courtyard will fill the moonlight.

In the circulation of changeable days. A phantom slowly in the heart arise: the glow of the sunset, is what people in the field and I with the view of the sunset scenery, Xiaguang pHi in our body, facing the spring night, moonlight stroll on the road full of flowers, what people in common Tao has drunk, casually pick up a few strings like snow flower, lick into the mouth, slowly taste, sweet overflowing heart.

His appearance, pushed up the dream of me, a strange home, strange, confused, helpless, quarrel, complain. Dream of life I do not know where to go DR REBORN.

Kekebanban, her daughter was born, changed everything. Blue sky, white clouds, gentle, colorful life surrounded me, the air was filled with the breath of his daughter. White clouds with her daughter's smile, the wind flow of her daughter's call, the rain mixed with her daughter's tears.

Her daughter went to school, on the middle school, high school, and finally to the university. Home for the holidays, a voice call, suddenly, such as falling in a dream, looking at the higher half of his head daughter, gradually almost forget the days, this one or that one always follow in their own behind affectionately called my mother's children?

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