Love me,love my dog

The tears under the station flow
The ones that moved in the train slowly then carves, the heart is lonely suddenly, a kind of transparent liquid spins in the eye socket, turn one’s head to dry. In the station of departure, the relative waving to the car says: Bon voyage.

–Remember the question

February 12, sunny sky, spring breeze of Shuang Shu, first Luis withdraw the luggage, enjoys those brief happiness. People going out flow at the railway station, are mixed with the strange face in that crowded field, although never know, there is the same mood at this moment. Get into the station, come to the waiting room, cherish a kind of quietness, that train of anxious wait.

“Look after oneself carefully, it is a bit better to eat, give us a telephone when being idle, the newspaper one is safe, so that we concern about ” Very dull but very affectionate words, say from the mouths of grandparents. Have not known yet how to respond, ” kindness ” just without a break at this moment . Heart pregnant with words for a long time at this moment already but one sentence can not even be spoken out, every sentence that they said was that I was oldest at this moment “  Grieved” . That whiff of warm currents, like the stove in severe winter, it is most direct to give to me, the most instinctive response, there is a kind of impulse that wants to cry. As to grandparents, I had one kind to have a sentimental attachment for all the time, followed them to spoil while as a child, it is they that bring me up, it is unwilling to leave by them. Helpless to on one’s own mediocrity, have no skill leave they, beginning very much feel ashamed and regretful after all since since as to them. Detest one’s own incapability, can’t repay them filially, reality does not allow me to think more.

In noisy waiting room that, whom heart lose very, a unspeakable one give up, thousands and thousands of words struggle among heart. Not ever good at I of the speech form, the five flavours bottle that the flavour of heart turned to that at this moment, the life’s joys and sorrows are salty, there are all kinds of flavour. Keep each sentence of every word that they spoke, words that care about that every sentence, one’s own greatest comfort after too. The kite of the broken wing of whole image, the state of mind has no end. It is like a body too that people sit in that, soul has already flown into those memory in the past.

Can’t forget forever grandparents are good. These are good, though ordinary in others’ eyes, the greatest pure love all over the world in my eyes. Those passing years such as the cloud and mist, disappear hurriedly, but that left is the eternal memory. Recall the past event in the past, come clearly into view.

Who makes a long journey on foot for my study, step on the shabby bicycle, rush about in each school? Not father, is the grandfather!

Whose life for me year in year out it is, the one that lived frugally lives, collect that overlap upon overlap money earned by hard toil together? Not mother, is a grandmother!

Cast aside those the ways of the world of committing incest, in my mind, have already called you affectionately quietly: Father, mother. It is you that have offered me the second life, have offered me that to spread the thought not waning for a long time too - -Feed the future generation unselfishly.

I can only say I am a luck fellow. Heaven grants two copies of kindred: One is from parents, one is from you. These two copies of rare kindred will be the wealth that I excavated not to the limit this life, will enjoy for all one’s life.

” the flute, the flute, the flute ” Retracts me from the state of mind of remembering, the train has been approached gradually. Lift their luggage in a hurry, accompany them to wait for the coming to a complete stop of the train. Heart is turbulent like rapids too, heartbeat Israel is abnormal, wait.

The train came to a complete stop at last, attendants of each carriage were inspecting the stamp number, accompanied them to get on the bus hastily together, help them to put well the luggage, get off. Stand outside the window of car, is reluctant to part. Countless ties at this moment of words of departure, I wonder if to talk about from where. Just one sentence ” a bit better in that side of the uncle, take care. ” Several short words, but my most affectionate blessing at that time.

Train move get up ” screech, screech ” slowly That heartrending sound makes people bitterly disappointed. Grandparents act personally and lean out the car window, then the expression in one’s eyes which is full of vicissitudes has shaken me, the tears drop uncontrollably, really lose very much, like an abandoned orphan, very miserable, very miserable. The heart is deep to wish, hopes that there be able to be the time to repay grandparents’ loving-kindness, not regretted by this life. Lift the right hand, wave heavily, the car shadow has been fuzzy in the sight gradually, but unwilling to leave away for a long time

Listen to the rain in the balcony
Get up, after not sitting for a moment, hear outside come loud thunder and patter of rain of whip of thunderbolt suddenly 2 point more than afternoon, just discover that the terrential heavy rain arose originally. Can be said to be a customary one recently, has not thought that there is any novelty for raining heavily. But the rain for today really very heavy perhaps, thunder frightful, it is bad to threaten the power in the dormitory too for a moment, make the dormitory shroud in the darkness immediately. Several classmate of dormitory because of lose electrical power, so computer break down, 1 for afternoon, at 2 class use, before lasting one periods of time to have 3, 4 classes, therefore they have to have been forced to sleep. And I myself was reading that book at the moment, in the darkness, it is really one’s own eyes in the characters on of reading the book to distinguish either, until characters of book here secretly”  Peep ” I,who is there clearly at all watch who. Since book can not read, make me has to go the balcony see the rain by oneself.
Want, down now, oneself have going, thinking rain and hearing the patter of rain real for a long time, it is really rare today. The rain in front of the balcony, light fairy, forthright and sincere, like not making oneself float permeated withing worriedly. There are several birds under the rain too at the moment the sometimes high and sometimes low time flies, the ones that are like being taken a shower experiencing by the rain are gentle and agreeable. Oneself have one want, play impulse that play among going rain too at this moment, but this one’s own era has already passed by, it is impossible. Listen to the rain, listen   Rain drops are one for one, leave on different objects very rhythmically, it is sometimes great to send out, sometimes small, or clear and melodious, or oppressive sound. Having listened to it for a long time, I have thought: This is “  The movement of the rain “  . Different rhythm, is adapting to the mental state of different people too.
In front of the balcony “  The rain is drizzly “  ,it form water curtain one kind, too as if splash come down disconnected waterfall in the sky. I think the rain a little mysterious sometimes, how could be big and small sometimes sometimes? Whether it is in a certain corner of the world, someone is crying, is moving it, make it to blow tears? Perhaps really have such possibility. That who move day on earth, move, enable rain and flowers plants and trees of ground, similar all the time, close every year, formed a kind of tacit understanding, is moistening, shining upon the other side each other. If I myself may make it and move it, move the ground, what kind of scene will that world be? But this is impossible, why will I have such big ability. Though oneself will be moved sometimes, has never moved others by oneself. Well. Even people move, where goes to move world? Rain from ancient times affectionate, like song sad to weep extremely, this one form that rain talk with earth perhaps.
Listen to the rain in the balcony, experience the shower of the rain. The rain of the bit, has brought the enlightenment of the bit, has thought of anything, everyone realizes differently.
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