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05.09.2019 09:58
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Qingming, a sad festival, I do not know how many parents in front of the pictures of the children who died young, crying the soul, and even fainting; I do not know how many people who are living in the sacred yellow paper to mourn the deceased, I wish them rest. I don't know if you have a good time there? My grandma. I haven��t seen you for more than half a year. I��m not filial to my great-grandchildren Wholesale Cigarettes. I will see you in the future before you leave. This may be a regret that I can never make up. No, no, this should be a mistake. When you are still alive, and when your grandfather is still well-being, you are laughing in front of the house and looking at the grandfather who is working hard in his own yard. He occasionally straightens his body and looks at you Cigarettes For Sale. The sun shines on the old man, but there is no warmth from your smile. At that time, I was young and couldn't drop a lot of tears. I just stood by the coffin and watched the grandfather who was sleeping. Listening to the cold and crying cry of your cuckoo blood, the tears on your face are intertwined, entangled, entangled Marlboro Cigarettes, and finally a drop in your thin chin, a drop falling, playing in the little lake in, and it shined on people. It was very warm. But I know that the grandmother's sun will never rise again, your world will become dark, cold, desolate, and gray. You don't want to go out of your house all day long. The most you do every day is to lie on the recliner in front of the house, looking at the piece of life in the courtyard that has been alive and well. Looking at it, watching you go to sleep, you laughed in your sleep, maybe you saw the grandfather planting there, you are watching him quietly... Wait until the neighbors wake you up, you still Looking forward, how much you hope that the person is cultivating the land, then straighten up the waist and smile back at you. You start to be jealous again, and you have been busy with your children and grandchildren. You don��t know how many nights you have, pillows, and quilts are soaked by your tears; you can��t understand the thunderstorm, you��re shivering in bed, screaming too grandfather The name is helpless; it is impossible to understand that you are sent to the nursing home by our group of so-called children and grandchildren. You have never said anything from the village: "There is such a good place in the world!" I only know how to leave you. However, everything is too late, too late, now, I can only regret, can only pray - too grandma, you! Go well! |
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