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		<title>The tears under the station flow</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[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&#8217;s head to dry. In the station of departure, the relative waving to the car says: Bon voyage.
&#8211;Remember the question
February 12, sunny sky, spring [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The tears under the station flow<br />
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&#8217;s head to dry. In the station of departure, the relative waving to the car says: Bon voyage.</p>
<p>&#8211;Remember the question</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>&#8220;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 &#8221; Very dull but very affectionate words, say from the mouths of grandparents. Have not known yet how to respond, &#8221; kindness &#8221; 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 &#8220;  Grieved&#8221; . 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&#8217;s own mediocrity, have no skill leave they, beginning very much feel ashamed and regretful after all since since as to them. Detest one&#8217;s own incapability, can&#8217;t repay them filially, reality does not allow me to think more.</p>
<p>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&#8217;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&#8217;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.</p>
<p>Can&#8217;t forget forever grandparents are good. These are good, though ordinary in others&#8217; 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.</p>
<p>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!</p>
<p>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!</p>
<p>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 &#8211; -Feed the future generation unselfishly.</p>
<p>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&#8217;s life.</p>
<p>&#8221; the flute, the flute, the flute &#8221; 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.</p>
<p>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 &#8221; a bit better in that side of the uncle, take care. &#8221; Several short words, but my most affectionate blessing at that time.</p>
<p>Train move get up &#8221; screech, screech &#8221; slowly That heartrending sound makes people bitterly disappointed. Grandparents act personally and lean out the car window, then the expression in one&#8217;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&#8217; 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<a href="http://www.electircweldingmachines.com/">Welding Machine</a> <a href="http://fleafreesmart.com/">Pet Shop</a><a href="http://www.hosepvc.com/pvc-hose.html">PVC Hose</a><a href="http://www.botani.com.hk/olive_squalene.php">Squalene</a>|<a href="http://fleafreesmart.com/contact_us.php">Frontline Cat</a>,<a href="http://fleafreesmart.com/login.php">Flea Medication</a>,</p>
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