Nostalgia (two)
2:16 AM, 3.6.2008
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Nostalgia (two)
Have a rest wholesale mp4 players in the new room for a moment, is setting out to the newly-built station to drive a cart again. Father puts down the work in the hand,
see us off and go out. On that protruding hill slope, can see the ancient town distantly and distantly. In the oblique brightness of the setting sun,
the gentle trickling of brook, it seems that one dyes red silk ribbon, surround the whole ancient town. The blue brick green, glazed tile in the old
street, in the dim and dim twilight sunset, the slight brilliant rays glimmer. Father is looking at that old small town afar, ones that seem lost in
thought say: "The old room will not be dismantled so iPhone Accessory quickly, perhaps you can see while coming back in next summer! " As if talk to oneself, like
comforting me.
Saw that record in my childhood, recorded my countless place to laugh heartily, one fen is not given up in my heart, appear grandmother's grey
gray hair in the eyes again. Smiles a little that I am little: "The old room is so cold in winter, you should bring the bridal chamber before winter
has set in, it is a bit warmer too. I come back earlier in bright summer, and then go to see the old street! "
Father nods, one: "We will move over before winter has set in. However, the old room is all dismantled all the time, the old one will not go, does
the new meeting come? "
In an instant bowing the head, I am getting bright suddenly in mind, think that understands before passing, iPod accessories one that does not understand is clear
and many in a flash in this. Yes, the old one does not go, can the new one come? Don't yearning too persistent go over, treasure nowadays, yearn
for future, the life.
Raising one's head, I am laughing slightly, although there is pain taken leave of, more one is the limitless confidence, limitless yearning. The side
is excessive, see father's eyes full of dense smiling, is taking a silk to praise.
I say: "Dad, please go back, I can leave well by oneself. "
"Journey careful to a bit, remember, write a letter, come back more, you grandmother like letter to think you very. " Father has not sent off, he
and little younger brother stand on that hill slope, the Pullers only thin and thin one is exhorted, it is in the ears in mine that still accompanied by.
Walk out far away, turn one's head and hope to go, they still stand there, the setting sun is hung on the hillside behind them, I have not seen their
appearance clearly yet, have only seen younger brother is waving small hands, the tender voice is calling good-bye loudly.
The at last getting all over the place my eye socket of tear, I turned one's head and hoped to arrive, was two souls in a poor light, the breeze dabs
lightly, has brought along that gradually grizzled hair on the head of father, under the setting sun, it is boundless and indistinct that the dazzling
light flashes, pain my eyes slightly.
Having sucked the tone deeply, wave, has said and highlied value, shoulder the knapsack, I set foot on the voyage at last, song of the word does
not to the vast Apparel Accessories and eternal one has floated again in one's ear.
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