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A sincere greeting, a deep thought, a good blessing, to you who care about me and I care, I wish you will always be happy and happy!

I'm just a very sad person.

I'm also happy to listen to sentimental songs.

My favorite thing to hear is a person crying.

My child:

Someday, if you see me getting old.

The reaction is slowly dulled.

When the body gradually fails.

Please be patient and try to understand me, understand my ......

When I eat dirty.

You don't even know how to get dressed anymore.

Don't laugh at me.

Be patient.

Remember how much time I spent teaching you these things?

How to eat well, dress well, how to face the first time in your life;

When I repeat it again and again.

When saying the same thing.

Please don't interrupt me.

Listen to me when I was a child.

I had to read the same story over and over again.

Until you fall asleep quietly;

When talking to me.

Suddenly I didn't know what to say.

Give me some time to think about it.

If I still can't do anything.

Don't be nervous. It's not about talking that matters to me.

but to be with you;

When I don't want to take a shower.

Don't humiliate me.

Don't scold me either.

When I was a child, how many reasons I made up just to coax you to take a bath?

When I'm out. When you can't find a home.

Please don't get angry.

Don't leave me alone either.

Take me home slowly, remember how many times when I was a child and anxiously looked for you because you were lost?

When I was delirious.

When you accidentally smash your rice bowl.

Please don't scold me.

Remember how many times you threw food on the floor as a child?

When my legs don't listen, give me a hand.

It's like I helped you take the first step in your life;

When one day I tell you I don't want to live anymore.

Don't be angry. Someday you'll understand.

Know that I have a candle and a few days to count.

One day you'll find out.

Even though I have many faults.

I always do my best to give you the best;

When I'm close to you.

Don't feel sentimental, angry, or complaining.

You're going to be right next to me.

Just like I helped you with your life.

Understand me to help me.

Give me a hand. Help me through life with love and patience.

I will repay you with a smile and my unchanging love;

I love you my child!

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Finally one day, they passed away, and suddenly you remembered.

Everything you've never done before, they hit your heart like a hammer.

If your parents are still alive, don't forget to love them more than ever;

If they have unfortunately left you forever, then you must remember that the love of parents is the most selfless love in the world!

Who's ......bai》

When you were a toddler.

du, who is holding your hand and teaching you to go far step by step;

Your wrestling version breaks the scalp when right.

Rain Alley. Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he argues alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

The light in her breath-like eyes was lacking, and she floated by.

Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, beside me, floated the girl;

She silently walked away, far away, to the desolate fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

Xi Murong's poem.

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you go is losing the year.

Please listen carefully. That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

This is the most famous one.

Leading edge. If a person can really be reincarnated. If there is reincarnation in the world.

So. My love.

What we were in our past lives.

You. If she was a woman who picked lotus in Jiangnan.

I. It must be the one you missed.

You. If you were a naughty child who was skipping school.

I. It will be that brand new marble that falls out of your bag.

In the grass on the side of the road.

I saw you go away without knowing it.

If you were a monk facing the wall,

I will be the pillar of incense before the temple.

Burning. I have accompanied you for a quiet time.

Therefore. Meet in this life.

I always feel that there is something unfinished.

But it's very sudden.

Can't tell the difference carefully.

I can't tell you them all.

I want to put my heart into Yaoqin Li Cover. There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings. ...At that time, it was just ordinary...If life is only as it was at the beginning, which rock state will see you....The intestines are broken and the moon is bright and red cardamom, and the moon is like when the jujube pants are shining, but are people like at that time?

Who knows that lovesickness is bitter, and the temples are white ......A leaf leaves sounded, and the empty steps dripped to the light. That's all for it, I hope you enjoy ......

Nayu Jinglan Xingde's eulogy.

And this: Jiang Chengzi.

Su shi. I remember a dream on the twentieth day of the first month of the first month.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There is no vertical number of cautious words, only tears and shouting a thousand lines.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.