Hand is a sad process because hand after letting go - Inscription

Wind, silent , blowing green earth ; love , silence, nourish heart. Parental love , God gave me the most cherished picture.

As a child will blame you

Once upon a time , stubborn I always talk back with you , you are like a small partner had complained of the same mother as gentle. I remember I forgot fun time at home , you anxiously asked me where to play , how I would not say. Angrily , you beat me , I tearfully yelled: You how unlike other small partners as gentle mother do ? I do not want you to be my mother !

Childhood , thank you

It was getting dark outside the window , the clouds slowly gather together . The hospital the night of quiet breathing can be heard so clear, has been in a coma , I let my mother panicked , he called the doctor, the hospital also broke the quiet . The age of seven I had cerebral infarction , the night took me to a big hospital for treatment , it saved my life !

Blooming youth, will understand you

I do not know since when, after the rebellion , is a fine . I participated in Taiyuan, large and small game , you will encourage me and support me ; under my two nights later, in front of the school there is always a shadow , I know you are , you will always stay with me ...... finally understood your intentions , and finally listen to my heart live in your heart, because I grew up, I began to understand you.

Now · · 'll love you forever

Mom, how many sentences thousand words , how many times you want to hug your deep impulses , mixed with deep feelings and love into my heart , and so you are old , sick, I will accompany you , do not leave abandoned . You say that I am your life. And I would say that you are my all ! Let this memory of the picture , and his collection.

Goshawk grow up, we flew into the sky ; saplings grow up, we wish to dedicate to the green earth . Although you can not always by my side, but I know that your heart is all I have !

After letting go is not in hand , but held hands after the memories are beautiful. - Postscript