Chriesh Everyday In Our Life

A few days ago, cuz phone calls while I was working in the factory, cuz site on the phone, "said last night. In early morning died I a surprised, but I know that I called "hometown SanBo" a relative, had to leave this world. SanBo is my father's cousin, he is my father's brother, the only one set of live eighty years.

Once upon a time, every time I go back home, from the bus, and it was highway to see SanBo sitting on highway side cuz, distance, the court house called me before. I walked past, from his pocket, send out smoke a cigarette and then SanBo greeting him a few words. I think the next time if I returned home, I called "hometown SanBo" shout me RuMing eat me that cigarettes no more. Certain, this all one's life, never...  louis vuitton leather luggage

SanBo around the grave in a pile, is another pile of graves on full of weeds, with grave verdant brown pine tree, but of cedar. But TuGeDa one another, a TuGeDa, like village covering fresh, unfamiliar faces, in my left hometown years, so many people have unconsciously slumber on here. Baba, two "and my father, their graves in the grave, SanBo around.  louis vuitton leather purses

In a few years ago, more than a decade ago, they are like me and cousin in the village, as are walking in the music.my, in this world to live like a tiger, but now, they each had quietly left the village, just in the village TuGeDa left another outside. In many lonely night, I had many recalled father, but I how also not clear is face, my father, my father, the son of the father of vascular carries within JingXie, my life burger have father's life, but father left my impressions, but just a more fuzzy faces. No one can resist death, no one can resist time, our so-called relatives and affection, just escaped after scouring water of the time kind of emotion.

Days, getting colder, with each XueSan son fell from an overcast sky, silent rolled on the wild crop. The tomb, in cousin to the grave in SanBo before the fire, drink tea, I a person toward the distant graveyard, a silent but a stud up but.