The snow bank

That winter night, far away, suddenly and attack, don't turn the old almanac, it has changed the history of the place, is no longer too observant of conventional standards. White hills, covered with a cloud smock; I heard the cotton flower in the pine and cypress sit on the Qing Xi; a cool thing to drill to the collar in the naughty, erect hair opened the six corners of the Su Yi; it does not slow in no hurry, in winter to add enough romantic affection.

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Snowflakes are dancing, chisel off a from the autumn.
In the winter, to look forward to, because the rain came, winter is coming. Cycle of the seasons, to life ferry station ending time. Feeling more. Inventory of the 365 miles of road, there are a few people who reside in your heart? And who was quietly away from? How many instances of sudden change the course of your life?
I still remember the first snow, like a sandstorm blew pear. Diffuse window down. The steps, rime, aestheticism of the winter of the world. But also hurt his mother's bone cross. Received a phone call that moment, snow became my eyes cinnabar, like blood. I can't forget mother child chagrin and remorse, old people, is always the same and birth, disease long spoken English is not clear. As a baby's ah Meng language, let you guess. Sometimes, to think, that's really wonderful.
Old aging, dementia, and baby at the beginning of the long, strikingly similar to ah. With the call of diapers things. This is also a kind of reincarnation. She is serving you hours of state, today, you would repeat return her with you to grow up picture. How hard, how sweet, as falling eyes. Perhaps the busiest days, ignoring the mother's needs, this fall, let the family reunion. Pain close to yesterday's casual.
Looked up, the hospital cafeteria has smoke rising wave. Like floating cloud. So white, is white bed, out of the snow is white. Dull day, messy procedure, different scenery again with me. Unintentional appreciation. The shuttle in the hospital and work. Fatigue, irritability, times get tough. The text also break like the wind, without a trace. For a moment, think, can sleep the last complete sense, is a matter of how extravagant ah. His mother can go, is the most beautiful dream.
Midnight, mother's toilet cleaning. Long corridor, empty. Understands the mother with we grow up is not easy and difficult. All complaints will fade. But the day became long.