Dad does not love her, she has been aware of, and my father wants a son, she is known, but no matter how offensive her father, she was not sad, because she
knows that her mother is in love with her. However, when the mother holding the little brother into the house, she was scared of. The father's eyes suddenly
Four in the afternoon, night market stalls to find out where to drive past, his wife and brother-in support such as booth shed. Look around, this piece of
relatively wide street, a dozen on each side of night market stalls. Very hard night market stalls, spread out around 3:00 pm, all belongings pulled from the
Sun falls, egg yolk, covered the horizon like a fan to thread, west of the ward on the windowsill pot twilight shy, yellow halo rendering the window side and
corner of the room, a pupil of the eye back to the days of screening is down, see her intently attached the patient side, side to side dish standing nurse
Just left with just the right answer worthy of the moment, the hall door Click exceptionally heavy iron rings, "Lang Lang bang, bang Lang Lang ..." friction
sound penetrate the tiles, echoed far and near to the eardrum, surrounded by extraordinarily moment dead, leaving only the voice of this mill were a constant
Fresh winds from the east of the village water weir continuously scraping the fields over ah, through the village on the edge of a row of white poplar trees,
pouring into the courtyard of every household.
My naive thought, the day when I open my eyes, bleary-eyed looking out the window sunny, leafy world, the universe is stationary
Childhood and youth, groups of students did not take the arm to the shoulder hook dangling in the street, with no Hupenggouyou naughty, only Lily, stubbornly
persists in her unique way with me through that time ... ... ....
Tea and watching the voiceless excited face and quickly says, "Yiyi girl, you went to play, and go and ready to prepare it." Do not put her Zhizou, I am
afraid this little girl have to be scared to death of her words. What plaything of a man in bed, her loss could be absurd.
I also like to see the butterfly wings in the breeze to incite that jitter is so light and elegant. Lily has a pair of beautiful hand when she plays the
piano, I would have incited the kind of butterfly wings to see the illusion.
I remember the Chinese translation of Maupassant's on such a preamble, in fact, writing short stories even more difficult than the lengthy, because the novel
can enjoy procrastination, play, codification, as short, it is to the author, together with the advantages and disadvantages with concentrated into short
Get blown flower chewing ice core strings, who is passionate feelings aroused by A side.
Wake up, dizziness dizzy and fatigued, as if to sleep for centuries and eyes will see the little phrase, a glance that this screening around the original own
Hair did a full two weeks to help Yanfen live at home, to receive over the Yangtze River is also back, Yim Fun angry a few days pay any attention to him. Yim Fun said, if it is long hair to help, food had to be buried in the snow. You have no heart to this home. Yangtze River, you see long hair and good on him in the past it! Yim Fun said, you are shit, I work hard at home, in the end you do not appreciate ah?
Night, such as ink, ink cold as ice.
