My Heart I Hurried (2)

Posted 20 July, 2010 in story

My heart, I hurried with him to, and of course my family and many agents and families are separated by only less than 20 years to, but I feel like distance is long, I do not know what would be the happen? … … To his home, an atmosphere that I could not help choking back a few steps, his
Mother, a deep sorrow the mother, a weeping mother, took out a small wooden box fine to me, said: "You are XX it, he died before the wooden box to me, so I must find you, will give you the wooden box … … "I took to shaking the boxes, just to feel a kind of faint to spin the
Helpless days dead? Why did he? I stopped there, silent, covered with a bit of energy and no limp, and I stood there, slumped over the long, vaguely listening to some accident, like death, I ask him what his burial place, alone in holding that he Make a small wooden box to his grave. New building into the small tomb

2 comments to “My Heart I Hurried”

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