)Spring , in that hard day, but that is not poetry, a lot of people call it lean , in my eyes is still beautiful . You’re in my heart that beams of light , if you well , is sunny .
Then the father has to be tired, the weight of life is also Yabu Kua him. He stood like a mountain, like the eyes of our family, and Sa Sa siblings just like newly hatched birds, Zhang large mouth, desperately devouring his father’s body.
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