The blood cooled down, and gradually approached toward 36 degrees and then toward zero degrees; calm, perhaps, cold and quiet, that's exactly what it is.
Cuckoos cry and crabapple fly. This is a graceful world, a sad and beautiful season
Yin Yijie put my hair together with his right hand, and put it behind his ear. When he let go, a petal withered, falling red, colorful
I calmly, calmly, walked behind Lao Liu, and as he turned to the side, I continued to take steps
I have some calmness, some mechanical skills, and even need Yin Yijie to support me so that I can stay calm.[
But, my steps were firm, I walked over
The hair is a little messy and the temples are gray, which are the traces left by the wind and snow that passed away in the winter; the corners of the eyes are covered with wrinkles, which are the footprints of time; Dad, my father is three steps away, and I am my father. I haven't seen him for six years.
Father.
Although I have seen his shadow in a hurry, I have never seen it so close, so well, take a look
So serious, recognize
Actually, it’s quite strange. In fact, I didn’t recognize him well six years ago; of course, he never recognized me well.
Today, is it because I have grown up and become sensible; or is it because he has grown old and has finally understood after experiencing the wind and frost?
Therefore, we want to stage a touching drama about recognizing relatives?
Oh, I recognize my relatives, and recognize my father who escaped from prison. I must, should I jump over and cry first, or should I scream first
"dad?"
Ah, I'm sorry, I've watched too few movies of my relatives, and I have no idea.
In my mind, I remembered my mother. After I was ten years old, I seemed to have never recognized her well. Maybe when I saw her, I could perform this way, and even pretended to be wet after a few words:
"Mom, under the moon; with you, I can have a home; even if you are half a step away, it is the end of the world. Missing, why cry your eyes; love will last forever; happiness will be born in the heart that will hurt."
Khan, it seems that it is relatively appropriate to change my mother to my domineering classmate Yin Yijie.
Of course, we can't ignore postmodern poems. Maybe when this sentence is sung, I really miss my mother, maybe even if I think of my mother when I'm singing.