Shortly thereafter in autumn, sick father sallow complexion, he was tall body already was tried, it is he looks tired and emaciated life is not being drug maintained but was born and thirst for relatives deep attachment that terrible cancer is still in across the he like autumn leaves as gently blowing in life.
Light is irrevocably elapse, as far as the eye could see, a desolate place. Most of the time, he can only helplessly lie on the bed, the razor-like coverlet, I saw he was more than upset and the outline of life is very strikingly protruding, no longer my memory once forceful and strong and capable neatly and indomitable and unexpectedly connect sick at the beginning of Yao Yao chicken and look at home by beside the haystack narrow her eyes in the sun, tan slightly sweating all over comfortable fun and against the deprivation.
"The rain yellow trees, under the lamp," tang poetry in hoary head this lonely desolate description, trenchant spitting out of summer night sky fallen petal and the meteor, fall in a land fragments. Only he loud hale voice, but also in warm our life original home.
