The most valuable is always the most common, but these always have to wait until the lost will understand.
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As night fell, I alone, leaning on the acacia trees in the courtyard. Watching the sky full of stars fake oakley sunglasses, which one is you? I thought he found, but also how to find but not, where are you going? My nose is an acid, tears welling up in eyes, in a vague mist I can vaguely see your gentle face.
A kid, your face is trained, trained, caution is always in effect affects my heart. Of few words, not good at hiding, and what is written on the face, to let others see what you're thinking. Every time I out the door, you always stopped me, and then stiffened and your dark faces. I know you want to told me across the street to be careful to go home early. Whenever I played too crazy on the outside, the mind always you pulled a long face, so I had to win their hearts and home. Did you know that your face is a clear agent, let me not indulge in the fun, get carried away.
Grow up, your face is full of care, and always makes my heart warm. High school, I want to stay back every Saturday, you always gave me to burn a large table with delicious dishes, and always smiled and looked at me in the side of the devouring a delicious table wiped. Sunday, back to school time, you will always Duqi lips dissatisfaction said to me: "be back in a moment go?" I smiled, you actually can be so cute to me like a baby. I'm gone, you did not come out to send me Every time I go back, can see the familiar people in the balcony, goes the familiar faces, filled with a care bear. Did you know that your face is my warm heart bag, my heart in my surge of sour and sweet.
Now, your face is my most precious memories. Because you're not beside me, but your face is seared deeply in my mind, lingering, to be my most valuable asset. Your face is very black; your face is very wrinkled; your face, in fact, not America, but it is my life's most precious things. Spent a happy childhood because it is with me, taught me what care, what care.
Grandma, you over there? I miss you fake oakleys, miss your gentle face. I fight with colorful butterflies face one of your face and put it in my bed, dreaming of one day butterflies can bring myself to thee, let me once again to feel your love, and once again feel the feel of that wrinkled, once again to touch the most precious things - your face.
