My Fisell
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25.10.2019 09:46
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Falling leaves are the love of the wind, or the tree is not sorry. Today, I went to the home where I always wanted to go. Their homes, as always, used a wall of clay to make it Cigarettes Online. I often used my hands that couldn��t help me to smash a piece of quick dirt from the wall. I smirk at the wall of unrecognizable, this is that they always touched my head with vicissitudes. They saw that I couldn't help but shed a tearful tear. From their sullen eyes, I read miss and aging. Grandpa Hu and Grandma Hu are my two closest old people. Although I don't have any blood relationship with them, I dare say they are a thousand times better than my grandparents. When talking about the heart Marlboro Red, Grandpa Hu told me that he was sick. Grandma Hu said that her body is not as good as one day Marlboro Lights, and may not wait for the day when I went to college. I cried because I was afraid that I would get it that day. I was afraid of losing them. Before leaving, they kept me eating, but I refused because I didn't want to bother them. But they kept me tight, but they still let me go home, maybe they know that I am busy now. They shed tears again, and the tears contained in the tears were the reluctance and the leaves that fell slowly at this moment, silently. Suddenly they are really old, I am growing up. |
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