A dream, hiding a worry, hiding a touch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The last thought, there is not much place to hide in the soul, I cried bitterly in my mother's arms, I couldn't say a word, the strong mother, at this time also burst into tears: "My daughter, my mother knows that you love to read, and your grades have always been the first in the grade, but they are so stupid, I don't know, how important knowledge is! If my mother can exchange her life for your learning opportunities, my mother is willing, but my mother's life is not worth a penny!" My sister dropped out of school for you and a few brothers to be able to read good books, help my mother herd cattle, fight for a few more jobs, help the family, help everyone, at a young age, what a good heart! My good boy! My good daughter!" We have fallen deeply into a bottomless world of helplessness and helplessness, and we have been completely abandoned by the times! We don't even have the right to cry???! we cry, we cry loudly! We know that this sleeping world, our weak voice, can not alarm it to the dust, we put the humiliation in our hearts, crying to the darkness in the middle of the night.

Crying, paining, my mother pinched our shoulders hard, and encouraged us with a resolute tone that is rare for a man:" Children, wipe away your tears, live well, you are all good children, put good cattle, is also a subject of your life, compared to your grandfather climbing the snow mountain, what is the grass and what, you are still young, the light is the goodbye of missing life, love to break up, I and my sister have been herding cattle for four years, beating firewood for four years, we have stepped on the mountains and hills of our hometown, how much hunger we have suffered, how much cold. At that time, my brothers were all called back from school by the production team and arranged to go to a place far away from home to repair the Shuangquan Reservoir, and they went for a few years. My sister is like my mother, in winter, I wear thick clothes, in summer, there is only one straw hat, let me wear it alone, spring comes, pick the most beautiful flowers, give me my head and every buttonhole is full, and my mouth is still thinking and saying: "I want to dress up our cowherding baby, the princess of the cow," I smiled and bent over, holding my stomach with both hands: "Sister, is there a princess in the world who herds cattle?" My sister also felt that her words were funny, and she also bent over with a smile: "Yes, the princess wants to learn more about the world, so she goes to herd cattle, look, you are." I laughed and rolled in the grass. Ah, blue sky, white clouds, meadows, flowers - what a beautiful picture of a princess-like girl! Early in the morning, we climbed to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, and after watching the sunrise, we went to the meadow covered with dewdrops, and chased the cows and sheep, letting the glittering dew wet our trousers. At noon, we let the cattle and sheep rest in the shade of the trees, and my sister and I went to chop wood. When the sun sets, when the sunset reflects the red mountains, my sister and I carry firewood on our backs, all the way cowbells "jingle, jingle," all the way "shouting", on the crooked mountain road, cows, sheep, people, clothed in the sunset is like that, calm, so chic, so beautiful and moving.

, Life is just a sentence of understanding, missed dreams, lost lives, wait for a minute, wait for the last one to understand, the lost scenery, haggard and beautiful to understand.

The cell of love, a person is lonely, the thoughts begin every nostalgia, and the wandering voice of a person is entangled. Every time I look back at life, it is the last bond, a person misses, a person cries and laughs and tells himself that this is the other side. A breakup, love to be silent, missing a person's dress, love to regret, thinking about a dream, the scenery counts, missing too much, life is too far, just a kind of injury, a burden.

What is like, a person's turn, a person's thoughts, parting is easy, goodbye is hard, haggard a person's understanding, lonely a heart's dream. Guarding for a minute, thinking about an understanding, just that hazy, change your attention. The person I love the most, sad tears, a heart, hurt myself, lonely in my heart, and since then I have been obscure, shuttling between the wind and the moon, but the sea of people is impermanent, and I miss the most beautiful fate.

Kind tears, farewell to the most sincere feelings, helpless loneliness, is a kind of dedication, but also a kind of attention, hazy world, haggard confession of a person. Lonely heart, the years of love, cold your heart, the world is so big, the scenery is so scarred, lonely your heart. The tears of kindness become the uncaused, the dreams of the uncaused, the last confusion of guarding, the thoughts of a person, become the turn of a lifetime.

Autumn song, the sea of people is lonely, just a strange encounter, goodbye, a frozen era, love to look back, people are indifferent, lovesickness breaks love, the sea of people is lonely, just a tear. The heart of understanding, the confused tears, the hasty self, a minute, a day, or a hundred years, just a moment, a retrospective. The vicissitudes of life, the lonely heartbeat, the ups and downs of life that I understand right and wrong, are just a blessing and a hope.

A kind of confession, portraying too many perceptions of life, a kind of sadness, reading of haggard life, how much helplessness, sadness of a person's right and wrong, just because of the indifference of the mood. Ten fingers clasped, flipping through the sea of people, just a kind of loneliness, a kind of ruthlessness, indifferent right and wrong, lonely one's own heartbeat, all kinds of amorous style, just a kind of inner protection, missed love, lost the pursuit of life.

The heartbeat of the end, listening to the wind and rain and yourself, when you are lonely, you are drunk alone, you are infatuated, you ask yourself, you ask about the afterlife, just a stay, a tenderness of longing, compassion for too much wind and rain, and the vicissitudes of your life. Guarding for a minute, missing every day, the perception of life, missing and missing, is just a luxury, life chasing, never again, love separation, tears are ruthless, and from now on a dream in the rivers and lakes.

Every effort, every thought, is the hazy love, the love of life, the scenery missed, the love lost, but the ruthless, still hidden very deep, very serious. Goodbye is a kind of understanding, but also a kind of patience, sad haggardness, helpless too much to live up to. There is a kind of listening, and there is also a kind of haze, the world is so big, there is always suffering and love in life, but there are also sorrows and tears.

There is a kind of moving, called missing, there is a landscape, called love, there is a dream, called life, looking back on the past thousands of years, just rubbing shoulders, the previous life owes too many cherished dreams and love. Yearning, goodbye looking back, how much love in the past, how much treasure in this life, hiding a chase, hiding a helplessness. Love breakup, tears in life, a chase, a gratitude, too much confession and innocence.