MICHAEL JOHNSON
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Satanic transmitting point
Ups and downs is another autumn, and they seem to mature some, grew up some. Temper is not light some, the sisters' feelings are also torn by recent things light many, who filial piety and unfilial became the topic between husband and wife. I don't want to argue with my husband, I know that any argument can't solve any problem, in order to give my mother a doctor to borrow a body of debt, didn't take a penny in my husband. Not two people's feelings are not good, just don't want to look down on themselves, at first love when the oath is just the icing on the cake. Ten years is just to live together, who can not give who want to live, also can only spend day by day not to give people before and after the discussion. On the whole, my husband is a good person. He takes care of my blind old father. My father was a braggart when he was young. Old age is still like this, so that there is a rift between the sisters, every time the husband comes back to learn the tone of the father to me "complain", every time I turn a deaf ear to pretend that nothing happened, he will be angry. How can you be so angry at a young age? He just doesn't understand that the man who likes to talk nonsense is my father anyway, and he shouldn't use such a tone. I will be sad. I can't argue with a man over seventy years old. How big is his world in that sparsely populated valley? I just want to say so, also do not imagine who proved how bad I am, try their best to take care of their parents, also do not have to prove that they have more filial piety for the elderly, God is fair, good results. This late autumn such as the old father's age is deeper and deeper day by day, a piece of yellow leaves, a piece of wither into the cold winter. The wind, wearing thick cotton-padded jacket, still feel cold, evening, late autumn, winter......"Full of vigor and vitality... It was ours." I, every think of myself, always accompanied by loss, sad." Hard work will lead to success, strong perseverance... "How much power do these tired but true things have for us? Our studies, our friendships, our families, our responsibilities. "I'm so tired! Want to escape. "Everyone thinks that, they're trapped... Remember that Chinese special student - Han Han, study a solo show fame, how can you? Can not remember how many tears, can not remember how many times dare not face, to endure is always cruel, reality is the sun as ruthless as blood. Raised his head to snow, the quiet night, but can not feel the heart to go. As if into a snowflake never fall snowflake, flying in the air clean, spotless, aimlessly is free. Always in the mind to think of reality as a fairy tale world (although not that), even know, but never stop - to fantasy. I like watching the cartoon "One Piece", and I think of Luffy's silly boy who always gives people his lovely smiling face no matter what he is facing. But every time I am shocked, maybe because there are too few such people in reality. Hehe but still very like. Yeah, well, everything has an end, and when it comes to... .. Then why not smile! Why not even a silly smile? I get it, I laugh! Two marks were left on each side of my cheek -- the punishment of not smiling for a long time, and the witness of the beginning of my life! No more fantasy in the heart. Inspirational! To face! Sixteen years old me, sixteen years old sky, is the rainy season, is the flower season? I will be brave to say: is glittering and translucent rain embellishment only belong to our flower season!
By MICHAEL JOHNSON12 months ago in Cleats