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Phone side is his father's voice , and said I wanted to , then mother,
tods, said she was washing clothes. So far all of a sudden the phone line was hit . Imagine the feeling , just like the breeze after the rain Hold me tight , not out .
mother may be busy in the kitchen , Dad may be watching TV while smoking is , and I was holding a book perhaps ,
tods shoes, next to the house for many years used a small square table . This is the original home , but any time to see how they look like , hear their voices . In other cities, have become the most simple wish dream of luxury .
unto you hot? Rain? Mother's arthritis better? Dad 's cigarette less it? These are the repeated questions for several years ,
beats by dre, they are placed from that I do not always home.
away from home quite a few years , and every home seems too short moment , not seen enough of their loved ones look like , and again set foot on the way home. Could life is like , always acting on the platform in tears in the greet , but also in tears , respectively . Is the growing cost of home , parents Shuangbin white hair , tied a kite bird flying in the air . We are tired, tired, nowhere to escape, home is the only place. holding the hands of parents
Street, is the thing a long time ago , and parents talk , and are often delayed by many chores , family life seems far away from my parents became my life 's spectators . Catalpa is a story they can have my heart , that heart of a mother holding a child to give to her lover , heard the mother's last words were:
home is never tire of watching the scenery , the home is not in the past will never break . Home is the shore ,
mercurial vapor, the home is the wall ,
dre beats, home is relying on the shoulder. Parents home just look in your eyes , and the old paintings on the walls .