ginhdonan
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 Posted: Mon 22:38, 09 May 2011 Post subject: Where is heaven |
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a child, I often cry because they missed their parents want to get it, I often hear adults telling me: and went to heaven! Every time, I always looked childish tearful eyes, full of hope that watching adults, and asked: Where? Heaven's Way is not a good long? Otherwise, how could not take so long to end it?
year of Ching Ming is just around the corner, do not know how many times have experienced such a sad festival, this time, I'm sitting here, is the first silent tears streaming --- -. Thoughts floating in the rain like the outside of flying in the sky, thinking of the tears silently dripping down the face on the keyboard [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in front of screen, blurred again and again. . . ! Father, mother, ah, this time, how much I miss you ah! Have many times, I try to restrain myself not to miss you too, because they missed you, my heart will piercing pain, pain to the approaching asphyxia; because they missed you, even the time is still, groaning The clouds also accompanied me cry! At this point, I would like to still all thoughts, all the flowers, only to have a clear mind to think of my dear parents [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], good!
my father!
My father was an excellent teacher. I do not know what language to describe my father, that he is a silent hill, is a love of the sea, is a big book of life, etc. --- are not sufficient to explain the nature of my father. Her father's life, love, is his students! At school, at home, his father always put his students lip, and said how well the student, that although the basis of poor students, but very hard, very hard so that every student in my father's eyes, are the same as gold will be a dazzling light, are the best.
father is a noble person, is an enthusiastic person! Memory, and my father was a calligrapher, and my father fonts elegant, graceful, hearty. Dad loves to make their own scrolls, every Chinese New Year, he always almost a month of time to writing couplets for friends and neighbors, and my father was standing when writing to write, and that actions such as movement symphony Taiwan conductor on the same perfection and joyous. Dad, when writing, large crowd gathered in one issue of When writing, he always wanted me to stand beside him watching him write, and writing to explain my side of the meaning of each piece of couplets. That is, from then on, I gradually came to know the Chinese characters
father, in my mind, your dad is the best and most respected teacher, I want to praise you! teacher! you use the fiery warmth in the heart of every student, many hearts by your traction stirring, not even your background is also embodied the hot look ----
in my mind, my mother is a traditional, gentle, virtuous woman. She loved her husband and children [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], saw her as a husband and children more important than his own life!
on mom and dad have a thoughtful, forgiving heart! Numerous late-night, my father sat in lights when correcting homework or writing, my mother always middle of the night, quietly cook a bowl of soup for Dad a cup of hot surfaces or tea. Because disturb my father thought, my mother always cooked and lightly quietly placed the father in front of, sometimes, my father too busy to eat; Sometimes, Dad would say warm heart to his mother: ! Every time, my mother always said: In this way, father, mother simple dialogue, the care of silent, non-wire the whole house filled with love always.
of the child, mother's love like a stream of clear, Oasis, the sweet spring taught to our juice! In my mind, my mother never scolded and beat me, my mother told me as friends, family big and small, my mother always liked and I said, even though I was still not understand!
mother, ah, now, how I miss you! How can I dry up the text to make your kindness appeal it? Time such as water, Love goes by, the number of Homecoming memories fade, but still do not change my mom, your thoughts. Mom, I think of you, I feel like a spring rain; think of you, like listening to a clean song. Softly, long distant.
out at the rain harder and harder, and occasionally accompanied by several more spring thunder, the sound of rain tugging at heart. At this point, I, think a lot of ideas, Heaven's father, mother, you are right? The kingdom of heaven, and my father is not as before, there is a Getting to Know ink passion? The kingdom of heaven, my mother is not as used to the gentle, cheerful warmth to cook a bowl of clear to the father in the front? Dad, Mom, tomorrow I'll see you have, and tomorrow I will be a lot of truth written in the paper away, you are sent to heaven. Today, the thoughts are still flooding tears, let today, again I ask you who fondly:
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