The morning of the path, not going round and curved, the road on both sides are rounded stones with a pile of human beings made of lace children , good-looking but also hypocritical, often early in the morning, when a man crept to open a warm bed, kiss the Yeliang asleep, go out alone.
used to live in a cement house, always think of child played in the mud, the village barefoot step on the dirt road, with occasional small stones do not feel slightly sore foot, the most memorable, or grandfather apricot growing on the door, light yellow of the leaves in early spring gem encrusted branches, I would like to ride in the Shu Chashang monkey, swing his legs, until the fruit has been put up magic the branches, emerald green hair, I will not pay attention while the grandmother, secretly picked unripe green apricot, greed on the mouth, bite the bullet and accept the sour juice full of tongue, and then the remaining half green apricot, can no longer against his entrance, carefully kick in his trouser pockets, while doing the laundry until the grandmother, which shook it out of his pocket ... ...
maybe I got used to Myolie call, I hope to see tired eyes, always I can not wait when the branches covered with golden golden, beautiful, like plug a pair of green wings wizard, jumping in the branches, the wind dancing. An entrance, sweet with a tart, the dough waxy waxy, especially riding in the branches, turning to pick apricots, whole body but also with children milk yellow hair, round pound, adorable, and plug an entrance, side drum from the cheeks, taste it taste not only greedy, or the childhood fun of sinking heart.
morning market vendors will be selling the Myolie, a cart full of apricots, been around, the general draft pick to pick, I have come to a bag apricots, go home, wash and wash, rub another twist, or the fear of pesticide residues such as pesticides, eat, have been unable to find the taste of childhood, I can not help but looked and looked inside the pot to stay apricots initiated.
I remember, a girl, Pidianpidian behind with the grandmother, pleading, pick a Tsing Hang myself ... ...
I still remember, a girl, greedy picked apricots, hides all the pockets full, running in the fields ... ...
still remember that the next winter apricot, piled a big snowman , with occasional yellow Grottoes dancing in the cold.
still remember when grandma passed away, sinking, and apricot trees have withered withered, until the end no longer any fruit ... ...
; still remember, a suburb of apricot, my own son, held high up, son, Ya Ya's kicking the calf Yiyi child, I sigh, life is a continuation, and happiness is ... ...
used to live in a cement house, always think of child played in the mud, the village barefoot step on the dirt road, with occasional small stones do not feel slightly sore foot, the most memorable, or grandfather apricot growing on the door, light yellow of the leaves in early spring gem encrusted branches, I would like to ride in the Shu Chashang monkey, swing his legs, until the fruit has been put up magic the branches, emerald green hair, I will not pay attention while the grandmother, secretly picked unripe green apricot, greed on the mouth, bite the bullet and accept the sour juice full of tongue, and then the remaining half green apricot, can no longer against his entrance, carefully kick in his trouser pockets, while doing the laundry until the grandmother, which shook it out of his pocket ... ...
maybe I got used to Myolie call, I hope to see tired eyes, always I can not wait when the branches covered with golden golden, beautiful, like plug a pair of green wings wizard, jumping in the branches, the wind dancing. An entrance, sweet with a tart, the dough waxy waxy, especially riding in the branches, turning to pick apricots, whole body but also with children milk yellow hair, round pound, adorable, and plug an entrance, side drum from the cheeks, taste it taste not only greedy, or the childhood fun of sinking heart.
morning market vendors will be selling the Myolie, a cart full of apricots, been around, the general draft pick to pick, I have come to a bag apricots, go home, wash and wash, rub another twist, or the fear of pesticide residues such as pesticides, eat, have been unable to find the taste of childhood, I can not help but looked and looked inside the pot to stay apricots initiated.
I remember, a girl, Pidianpidian behind with the grandmother, pleading, pick a Tsing Hang myself ... ...
I still remember, a girl, greedy picked apricots, hides all the pockets full, running in the fields ... ...
still remember that the next winter apricot, piled a big snowman , with occasional yellow Grottoes dancing in the cold.
still remember when grandma passed away, sinking, and apricot trees have withered withered, until the end no longer any fruit ... ...
; still remember, a suburb of apricot, my own son, held high up, son, Ya Ya's kicking the calf Yiyi child, I sigh, life is a continuation, and happiness is ... ...
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