Late at night , take a look at the table , it is already 0:20 , and then overtime , I , really tired , locked office door , corridor silently terrified the sleepy lights like a miniature you deliberately shot , black iron door knocked sound as if deliberately , so that you dare not look back , before walking insignificant ......, channel or to lock the door , and trembling hands out key ......, Phone Rings, no time to answer the phone , lock the door , panic down the stairs ......

Ringtones ringing non-stop , go outside the office building and found his son did not answer the phone three times , was about to call in the past , the telephone rang hasty , anxious phone came the voice of his son , the son told me to take a taxi right away I , at this time , the outside is cold and windy , the snow beneath the bitter , really do not want my son up from the warm blanket tossing , I side banner stagger forward, side told her son not to ,....... . , a former hard -line about five minutes , did not see a taxi , it is not surprising, because this street , thisTime, is not a taxi , son picked me also know I have absolutely no Che home , and is in Jiqi difficult , when most Kongju , in front of a light shining nigh , near , to stop me , son, get off the door, I let the car ......., the time , of warmth within my heart, cold , hunger , fear , fatigue, gone , hope the night , Night is so bright, looking snow , snow is no time like pierced , hope her son, he is so tall, handsome , and instantly feel the wind stopped , dawn , the sun coming up , it seems that the warm sun all the glory Are shed at me, at this time , I feel he is the most warm and cold night 39 people , is the world's mostHappinessPeople!

Young, black locust bloom every day , the children are our most active time .
Locust , is a sturdy tree . It is not the tall and straight poplar , maple , bright and no , it is onlyHomeMany Zashu plexus of the most common species . It is not quite the kind of talent trees , or even short bending twigs are covered with thorns established , it will hurt ! This may be the reason it is named Locust .
Locust leaves no Dacheng thin oval, off 1 , on the lips , they can send the wonderful sound attractive. Perhaps only in that only belongs to usChildhoodEra, can there be so sensitive it!
The most attractive thing is that white acacia flowers, a string , with clusters of green leaves interlacing , such as wind chimes hanging in the trees like , swaying , Foulest aromatic , not only the concept ofBeautiful, but also edible .
Off string , stripped of petals , stamens fish out , put in the mouth , slowly tasting . An sweetly taste Qinru heart and spleen , unlimited refreshing . But most of the time , we are home to acacia flower picking ,MotherSteam will be used for what , and then cool Sai dry .
Then it all with the same dried vegetables stored until the autumn when the vegetables in short supply since then the food , like delicious sweet !
Of course, picking is not an easy thing , that hard stand thorn , will seize the opportunity to draw your arm round after round of bloodstains . Fortunately, children of peasant families are not so squeamish , a kind of grew up in the beatStrong. Moreover, the climbing is not an easy task , Nongbu Hao , fall off , the consequences can be imagined ! So, whenever this time, all while olderBoyChild climb broken branches , younger and moreGirlChild were then collected under a tree removal . Small partners and orderly division of labor is too busy !
Occasionally, people will do some tree thrilling action , roaring sound of screaming we sent , of course, was witness . Finally, the highHappyXing , rewarding experience . No one thought toPayAnd income are fair. This is part of our childhood ,ForeverThere is no child 's delicate and domineering today . But the experience of that time and growth is not today's children experience and feelings !
Time passes so heartless . Although a lot of time denied the past , butMemoryLeft behind the mostMovingFragments .
Miss home , it is the place to keep me at me !
Miss childhood , though poor but memorable !
Miss the fragrance of acacia flowers, though ordinary , but through the I's busy !

Some things exist that canFeelThat can not see for example the air .
There is some things to see , but do not feel such a moon .
The existence of something so real can not see , feel , my heart was closed layer of transparent material . And the moon is not the air , I need the moon , as I need air , I want a force so I could see the air , let me touch the air , let my heartFreedomBreathing .
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Dim , the veil of love that can not be opened
Foggy morning , you go to look for heart of the sun .
I remember one moonlit night , you told me , you like the moon , you say the moon is a quiet , holy, is the embodiment of beauty . Day of the moon really beautiful , with a white clouds floating around in the moon , the moon casts a veil of a layer of soft and trance , so I think your words are right. Can you say , you give up , because the moon is simply not , you're going to extract the sun in your heart .
You say you go, no matter whether in front of a road , no matter how thick fog , you say you are not afraid .
Looking atTearMisty 's me, your eyes are wet . Really , you are always very confident, but you have to give up , give up the moon , but I just let you go , although when I suddenly give birth to a vague melancholy .
Outstretched hand they hold together, you said not live with handle two innocent wind, failed to keep the cloud, could do nothing to fog .
Morrowind has appeared through the fog filter and some cool earth , fog filled the air, everything casts a veil of hazy , I think the outside world must be very wide , the fog lifted for all the more beautiful will . So I would like to reach out and lifted the veil of the world , but I have no fixed end .
You say we can not get what you want . Because those who do not belong to us , you told me that the fog will notForeverExist, but I still unmoved , still want to open a stubborn fog .
You turned away , without any nostalgia and dismay , but I still standing in situ to reveal the world 's veil , you tell the wind , let the wind tell me: "You have to learn to give up to understand the world , to reveal the fog . sun In fact, the fog will be scattered ! "
Clear , it can not touch a drop of cool
Years , such as waves , are filled with aRomanticThe mood . I urge on the next ferry , gently fishing, fishing myself fresh FreshHopeFishingParentsHeavy advice , fly fishing spring love songs , harvest moon , composing songs ... ...
Moonlight quiet , only the moon kissing the heart , and only touch the moon Nan was raving waves .
The moon like water to my heart Spring Lake high tide .