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2004994 2009 年 01 月 04 日 01:20 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
before two days of reading the works of Lu Xun, \In my memory, there are also such a house, quiet and remote. The past two years, often there will be some nostalgic feelings,
dunk sb shoes, it seems I have been really difficult to avoid the old.
about it before the age of 15, the annual summer vacation and will return home with his mother, but also have time to go back together with my mother to visit an elderly person. Get out the door, about 10 minutes into a courtyard homes are actually lived in some of the more recent relatives. Will encounter when greeting a few people, and then went straight to the \
hut in a corner of the yard, I remember every time I go there when other people have never met had come from there. Rock shelter of the house as if it, the mountains that house a lot. The room is very small, there is a small window a little sunlight to penetrate, but each will feel dark inside,
nike dunk shoes, now do not remember there is no electric out. There is no furniture, a Tu Kang,
high nike dunk, an old lady curled above the plate, remember always that a blue-black gown. Small room,
nike dunk high, only one color, it is dark.
now,
nike dunks, I still do not know who this woman is, I think perhaps my mother was young she was very good to my mother now. Every time I have been listening to, never asked a word,
nike dunk, even in a small house with her mother came out from that. This character does not seem to have a child should have been affected me until now. Out of this small room, can see the bright sunshine, laughter can be heard next door and the children are chasing the excitement ......
sunshine and laughter, dark hut and the plate in the Tukang the elderly, and thus spent the last few decades of life. Think of these, I can not help but somewhat vague on the meaning of life.