My father’s silence

To pick up all the things, father has to get up. Look at the time on the phone. He dressed in that I have been watching the camouflage, came and said: “you do not eat?” I can’t say. One does not feel hungry, two eat something, will feel uncomfortable in the car. It was raining hard. I said, “Take me away!” From home to the bus, there are about ten miles away. At this time I can’t see a thing, the sky and the heavy rain, I am a person can’t catch up with the car in any case. He said, “well,” he said.” Then turn around and get the motorbike. I watched him from the dim light passed by, some body fat is not naturally bent again. His technique is not very good, and now the weather, the rugged road will be more difficult to do. My father took the rain motorcycle, wearing a raincoat and clumsy.

My umbrella is standing at two meters, with his flashlight. Raincoat with water, become cold and hard, he put several times without hands into sleeves. Squat body is struggling in the cold wind. At last he had not put on a raincoat, he was out of breath. Raincoats to manage, father raincoat in the upper half of the catch in hand, lower part is on a motorcycle, then slowly bend down, inch by inch drilling raincoat. My heart felt pain suddenly. The cold rain was down the skeleton of the umbrella, dripping on the hot hand. I went up and said, “Dad, I’m going to help you!” He shook his hand and a voice came from the raincoat: “I’m fine, you don’t come, watch the rain!” When he was wearing a raincoat, the clothes on his body were wet. I use the flashlight he clumsily climbed the motorcycle, the body was difficult to curb trembling. Once the father, tall, strong, in memory is always the existence of the giant. But now, I look at he only and my shoulder high body, looked at him in the cold rain flashing white light of a root hair, looked at him is no longer sensitive action, heart suddenly blocked, dull, uncomfortable. What makes my father had become so old? Time, or me? I stole my eyes and sat on my father’s motorcycle. At the station, I stood on the platform and my father was standing on the platform. He parked his motorcycle in the side, and took out a cigarette. In the darkness, a shining spot on the floating , then came the father heavy breathing. I am guilt. Say: “you go back, I’m a person and so on.” He said: “it’s all right!” Continue to sit next to smoking, sitting in the rain soaked car. After a while, he finished his cigarette. Come, handed me a pile of money, he said: “to put it in a bag, don’t lose.”

I said: “well.” Took the money, the folder in the book, and carefully put the book in the backpack. He said: “eat what you want to eat at school, not to save.” I nodded, but did not dare to see him, did not say a word. I stood on the platform, and my father stood on the platform. Silent, he didn’t say a word. The air flowing in the biting cold, and dead silence. And after another hour, the rain was small. The bright light shines, I know, it’s time to go. I said: “you go back, I got on the train.” The father smiled, said: “no matter, you get on the bus I walk.” I am speechless, watching my father tired eyes, suddenly choked down. Turn around, a few steps on the bus. Out of the window, the cold rain is falling down. Rain, my father looked at me in silence. I turned to look, he has been the boundless cold rain obscured, so invisible. I carried a heavy bag, tears can not be help but also can help, suddenly spread. Like that between heaven and earth under a cold rain, get out of hand. I understand that the father’s silence, but also deep in the sea. And I understand that my father’s love is in the deep silence of the sea, and with my birth, I have been with me for twenty years. I shed tears, tightly holding a heavy backpack.

Smile in the face of today

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If everyone was able to raise a glass and invite the moon, Li Bai would not be so great, it seems, he is too common. In my impression, bold Li Bai is a name, the poet, in the sky chosho go out, my generation, how can it be basil, drift, romantic filled with every cell in the poem. And what is the romantic environment? This makes people can not help but gently sigh – only those who live in the wind and rain in the people, will be longing for the kind of romantic. So the more romantic people are, the more lonely. People are not afraid of loneliness, fear is always so lonely. So, when you can’t see the end of the lonely, you always want to find something to find a partner. Then, a sprout, a tree, a cloud, a wisp of wind, also became a spiritual consolation. Because of the fear of losing, so afraid to have: because of fear, so afraid to fight: because the fear of war, so a No: because of a no, so will be desperately afraid to lose. This is so, yearning for a good, but also afraid of losing a good. In the wandering, people do not know where to go, where to go. The most pain in the world is not life and death, but just a dream: in the world the most sad is not lost, but never get what the man came from his side, silent, Mo however. We walk on the road of life, whether, once clearly recognize their own, but because of all kinds of things to make themselves have a sad reason..

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Because of the reason, so we will be in tears all day. We have no Lin Daiyu the delicate beauty, won’t biyuexiuhua, Huer goose down, only alone squat down in the corner, let the tears rain. There are too many reasons for our tears, love, work, life itself is so, in addition to happiness is sad. Not a life is a piece of stagnant water, because life of Chaohu Lake itself is road, a huge wave, a volt, after one. When we are in the pain of life, whether we have no time to pain. Seven sins in a line: “the world is very good, it is worth my struggle, I only agree with the second sentence.” “The world is the world in your eyes, you think it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful, you think it is not beautiful, it will not open the bright flowers.” I never believed it. In this world, there is no eternal beauty, and no good thing ever dies. It is impossible to live forever. Standing in front of the grave, in addition to tears, or tears. My hometown and funeral customs, that funeral. I’ve always been listen to don’t understand. It seems that it would not let people alive understand the meaning, just been crying, crying all the time, and ultimately their own do not know in what cry. However, because there is no good thing in the world, so it is worth us to struggle, a brief beauty will be born and bred. All the fleeting things are the result of their struggle. The affection, you need to be careful care; the love, you need to be tolerant; the friendship, you continue to compromise, billion total, need a person you, bear too much sadness, in exchange for just short beautiful.

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But is this short of good, which makes the world of their own, has a certain color, not so colorful, is very harmonious, like red, green, blue, only three colors. It contains the world any a kind of brilliant colors. When we are suffering from the loss of love, whether we think of Eileen Chang’s words: “I want you know, in this world there is always a person waiting for you, no matter where, no matter where, anyway you know, there is always such a person.” This separation, where is not the beginning of the next love. We choose their own life partner, if only to look for one, which is on their own irresponsible behavior. In exploring this person whether we only on the time, but had to to a lifelong companion eye from beginning to end conjecture a this person. See more, more, less ugly, it is learned tolerance, learn how to love a person; to see the long, found that the more ugly, the United States, in tears can only go their separate ways. We in the beginning, have tried their love to love others, when love line intersect in the same plane, we are pleased to laugh; when lines. They pass by, and other wire weaving, or strangers, or is filled with hate. Can, there is always a person waiting for themselves, because they do not know what the person is, so will continue to explore. So, when a love lost, a flower, such as a re encounter, how? Whether will be a rainbow (readers, www.hdz8.cn) I not know life is hard, so I can’t imagine once for life shed many tears; I do not know you how much I have distance, so I’m not going to calculate lost many friends; I don’t know the wind and rain, so I went through the wind and rain, I can only hold the heart of joy soil, smiling face; I don’t know whether there is a tomorrow that person in the world is waiting for me today, so I will keep looking for, even in the evening, I also want to step on the sunset, to the night. If this is today, I believe I can smile in the face of.

Raft simple, remote send years

 

Autumn courtyard, a bit more bright and clean, the wind blowing over the short walls, the tree of sweet scented osmanthus blowing spilled a, air was filled with faint fragrance, pneumatic, sweet scented osmanthus fragrance, the fall of a picture, the late flowering, the early fall, more let the sweet in the brief blooming, the warm and beautiful. And Lianbi, I love her true, full and rich, have a taste of the reality. Flowers and the Double Ninth Festival, pale as chrysanthemum, in the autumn of facial features, the lush summer, scattered petals, together with a little bit of clip dust in the pages of the book, keep a pool of water, autumn white Xian, see frost decorated in autumn skirts, appreciate the autumn leaves, in fact, secure life, but is in search of ordinary days, repeating a simple. Always believe time can change a person’s state of mind, more and more do not like Chunyang fighting posture of flowers, and fell in love with the flowers, autumn lonely lonesome however, will no longer be longing for fresh clothes horses, began to yearn for the simple, eager to courtyard deeply, find a person sleeping time, compose Heartsongs, commoner coarse food, light life, Jane, deep old green, heavy shadows, blurred moonlight, and the friend phase contract of facial features, flows east, Ying Ying circles, the relative silence, Xinshu smile, the meaning is not speaking.

 

Any time in the morning, the old bird in the noisy, old in the dusk of the warm lights, in the old love in each other. Want to see rain in spring, autumn light in dense dream, is a kind of beauty. Season is years represents a picture, you only need to treasure, with a touch of free and easy, and Xiadaobie, turned, and will encounter autumn. Only for autumn, see time tide, tapping years honed, but is the process of a scene, we have to learn in the process simple, life, because was removed and the abundance. I since the breeze, you from the moon, the world, are not persistent, light facing the moon, the convergence of a window of the white moon and poetic. Long years, all meet, in the depths of time, fall into flowers, colorful, I self Susan like chrysanthemum, and vegetation is gentle and treat, in a small fireworks addiction, ecstatic, a line wouldn’t be lonely. Like, occasionally let time slow down, with a cup of tea in hand, clear light, heart a song, flexuous, in the text to find a sentiment, let the heart warm Ann.

 

Life is always too hastily, must not days, less crowded, if always blindly rushing and move on, let the heart because of fatigue, and barren, stay a little longer, comb the train of thought to finish time of deep and shallow, let life exchanges more precipitation and calm. Those years of joys and sorrows, and do not want to say who listen to, and only drank tea, and then remembered or forgotten. Dull days, open the eyes of a windows in the heart, full of flowers and sunshine, always read and warm, let smiling in my arms, let the years safely reach the other shore. Would rather hold fragrant branches old, not with yellow leaves the autumn wind, plain Jane in my heart is faint, light in honor, light in the quiet between, such as life, experience XuanZa, used to look at the bustling, far from the vigorous dedication, only after the sails concise; as years have to do a thousand sails, leaving is sparsely Lang Lang’s indifferent, pleasant to the eye is simple. Such as open flowers on the hillside, not deliberately, not artificial, just the hushing bloom; such as deep mountain chrysanthemum, regardless of left hope right only fragrant surplus sleeve. Xijinqianhua, the concept of water, calm an Xi, Su Su Jing, after the bustling as Jane, but heart, there are flowers of the voice.

 

I want to write a poem, send away the years, poems don’t write love. Do not write the vicissitudes of life, just write, bud in March, grow in the sunshine of the Xin Xi; write summer pond, lotus pointed that cool; write autumn clouds, frost dyed red maple’s poetry, write the winter snow, don’t dye dust pure. The spring breeze once, intricately lotus incense Qiushui long day and color, winter snow lean on a railing to see, years small raft, incense and dark in the breeze, rain moistening of the United States. Some Huashi, clearly know the Tumi, but still so happy; roadside grass, although destined to will brown, but also the green too, why should Shangchunbeiqiu? Why is it perfect? The song that I sang too, this road, I cherish the good, the scenery I have watched it. I walked along a leaf growth context, from spring to summer bud, growth, into the eyes of autumn. I saw that a strain of reeds, leaning on the relaxed and long days, alleys Qingshi Dengying, write a full moon, goose, owned by the north, singing songs of parting, open fields, in words of the watch, the grass and the frost also maintained a stubborn, in the autumn wind, the picturesque yellow, only Xiyan, Ann static open in the corner and tell the old time.

On how the flowers, always in possession of the fragrance, no matter what the season will have sunshine, I put the hide in the autumn, enjoy the moonlight over the fallen leaves, heart is not desolate, summer is in full bloom, a bleak autumn, season each time was removed, there are different meanings, and what need to care about, even a single flower, on behalf of the spring, which leaves, in the upcoming fall withered, vines, floating hidden fragrance, the hope, in the corner of the place. I love, in the spring of canvas embroidery, in the summer of the facial features, cool, in autumn dusk woven silk, polyester heart in winter white. I write poetry, like to write spring cut Liu, Xin Yan attempting a comeback; painting, custom landscape dependencies, affordable shades; singing, but also to happy and free, lingering endless; music, melodious, high mountain and flowing water. I know, this world is not perfect, but as long as the heart is good, there is no need to worry huagongyelu, willow green? Don’t take the book to, why should I spend; if tea, tea is intoxicating liquor why. I see the sunrise East, I see the sunset afterglow, trees in front of the high, seasonal flowers bloom, life, but a hurried, encountered along the way a lot of people, you, the breeze light LAN; you go, still water runs deep. Needy, since Tim clothes; chunhuaqiuyue, words are not clear anxious, Huai Su and quiet, product of quiet and cool, deep in the courtyard, and affinity for people, under a single warm seed, until next year, with the flowers together in full bloom.

Have a dream of you, is doomed to be lonely

 

 

Everyone has their own dreams, but not everyone will be in the end for the dream, because many of the dream is not understood by the people from the beginning.

People will look at these dreams of people with different eyes, it is people’s strange eyes blinded the whereabouts of dream around, their choice, so many people are therefore choose the far away from my dream, live a easy life madding crowd. If you have a dream, it means you are going to take a different path. You will suffer a lot of ridicule and sarcasm dream on the road, you are also the root without the help and support of others. Dream of you have never been a person in the struggle, a person to support their own dream, much people look at the same time, go on the road is not the same. So, there is a dream of you, is bound to be lonely.

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I admit that sometimes I envy those who have no dream, every day can lead a comfortable life. I envy them that they can come to the world in a hurry, and live a life of peace and ease, and then rush to leave, but never for a man named “dream” of things, because they may not know the existence of this thing, of course, they do not need to know. They enjoy the comfort and ease of life, the status quo, always think dream is far away, even if the dream I just think, so their life path always pay, immutable, hurried to, in a hurry to go. Yes, I admire their ease of life, really, that’s a long time ago. You are a person with a dream, your life is not ordinary road, God will not make your life easy. If you decide to pursue a dream, it means that you have to walk the path from the others, which means you do not gregarious, which means you are heterogeneous in most people’s eyes. You are doomed to be lonely in the pursuit of dreams.

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No one will help you, even you, at relatively cold waiting, because your dream is not to be understood. People can’t understand and examine your dreams, even they think you are in talking nonsense, everyone stood in the side waiting to see your joke, there is spare time to help you. Don’t be jealous of the comfort of those who have no dreams, nor regret for what they are. Who told you that you have a dream? Who told you not satisfied? Who told you that you are not the same as the road? Have a dream of you, is doomed to be lonely. Either lonely or vulgar.

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You have a dream, is doomed lonely, not gregarious. No one will have pity on you, no one can sympathize with you, you never fight a lone battle. Tears, you yourself can help wipe your; setback, you have only yourself to cheer myself up; pain, you can only own talk yourself. Dream on the road, you will see more and more people due to insist on not down and back, but you are a brave man, a man with a dream, wilt thou easily retreat? Remember, even if the whole world has abandoned you, you still have a dream. All the tears, all the pain, all the pain, you can only be buried in the heart, because you have a dream, you have to continue to move forward, you have no time to cry, not empty, not angry, but should not give up easily. You must carry his great and not be all dream of understanding Starchaser month by month, rain and wind. After the mountains, and only dream together to advance and retreat, then you will really understand what dreams of power, aloof shoegaze a way different kind of scenery, but still with a smile to go on.

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Ears and sounded the familiar melody, is the dream of the symphony. Waiting is wasting youth. There are still a lot of ways to go ahead, and many pits to go, there are many to break. Life is to keep on fighting, to fall, to pray more than to do. Time goes by without words, sail past the best, hard, pay, adhere to, struggle, asking for no result how, but beg youth without regret. Years later, at least you can proudly say to yourself: “I have fought for the dream, I have no regrets!” So, those who have dreams and courage, let us go! All the way through, whether bear fruit, whether airness, we do the what he ought to do, the next and then hand over to the time!

A businessman’s first trade

   

1993 autumn a Saturday afternoon, I anxious not to not to returned home, majesty prepared to dispose of some of our yard work must be done. When I was cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard, my five year old son Nick came over, pulling my leg, “Dad, I need you to help me to write a brand.” He said. “No, Nick, I’m busy.” I answer this. “But, I need a brand.” He insisted. “What’s the use of the brand, Nick?” I asked. “I’m going to sell some of my rocks.” He replied.

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Nick has always been obsessed with rocks, he has collected many of them from everywhere, in addition, others have given him some, in our garage with a basket full of stones, he regularly cleaned, classified and re stacked. They are his treasures. “I don’t have time now, Nick, I have to clean the leaves,” I said. “Go to your mother, let her help you.”.” After a while, Nick got a piece of paper back. In the paper, he used his Zheng Wusui child’s handwriting wrote: “today the sale of $1.” His mother helped him to make the brand, he now began to do business. He took his brand, a small basket, and four of the best stones to our driveway. In the village, he put the stone lined up, put the basket behind them, sat down in the ground. I looked at him from a distance and focused on the development of things.

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After about half an hour, there’s no one to pass by. I walked through the driveway and wanted to see what he was doing. “How, Nick?” I asked. “Very good.” He replied. “What’s the use of this basket?” I asked. “Put the money.” He said to be poker-faced. “How much do you have to do?” ‘each one dollar.” Nick said. “Nick, no one would be willing to buy a dollar for a dollar.” No, it was a bit of a wish! “Nick, we are not busy at this street, there is no one who passes through here, why don’t you put these things away, to play for a while?” ‘no, there’s a lot of people here, Dad.” He said, “people are walking on our streets, riding bicycles, and people driving their cars to see the house.”. There are a lot of people here.”

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He has been patient with his position. After a little while, a small truck drove down the street. When Nick shook his spirit from brand to make it to lift a minivan, when I was watching . When Han minivan from Nick before slowly after, I saw a young couple is stretched her neck in Ya Nick’s brand of the word. They continue along this road to the front of the dead away, after a little while. They had their way back. When they passed the next time, the lady in the car rolled down the window and I could not hear them. But I saw her turn around and say something to the man who drove the car, and then I saw him reaching for his wallet, and I saw him pass her a dollar. Underground car go to nick. After a careful observation of the stones, She chose one of them. Handed Nick a dollar, and drove the car away.

I sat in the yard and looked at Nick ran over to me, when I arrived really is stunned, his hands waving a dollar bill, loud mouth mark with. “I told you I can put my stone to sell one dollar a piece of it — if you have for yourself fully groom heart, you can do anything t” I walked into the house, took out my camera, Nick and his brand took a photo. This little guy has a strong confidence in himself, and he is willing to prove to me that he can do it. How this child rearing is a very meaningful lesson, and we also derive great benefit. Until Te, we often talk about it.

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An unexpected opportunity

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I was excited too late to think, why did I get this opportunity to tell the future. Money, this thing is really not clear, if you have no money, you must think that it is the best thing in the world. I used to think, but now I don’t think so. I have spent a great price to understand this truth. I have always liked to go to school, a teacher English copiously quote authoritative works. Many I don’t remember, but there is a phrase I always remember: “when the gods wish to Nen treatment I will let my prayers.” That sounds funny, but I don’t understand it, but you may have to pay a price that you don’t have to expect.

Things are starting from a rainy day. I am a motor mechanic. I like working in the garage. But, I do not. I have always dreamed of starting my own business. You think, if you do, you will not be tired of living, I do not care. Do not large enterprises, only a gradual development of small businesses can be. Because of this, I said goodbye to my parents in the north, and come to london. I just want to make more money. But my father did not understand, the money earned enough, why should leave home? To this end we always have a dispute. Enough, stem what ah! Like him life, life in the cottage, in addition to retirement can get a gold watch and a pension, what else to look forward to? But you look at my dad’s face. He’s really angry. He did so for many years in the noisy factory, but he did not make a good thing. When I got home that evening, it was raining. While I was walking and thinking about me. I’d like to have one thousand pounds. No more than one thousand pounds. In the subway station, I bought a newspaper. I would like to see the newspaper on the way home, so that I can forget those annoying things, and see what new movies to release. I don’t know why I always thought this was a problem. The news in the newspaper seems to be ahead of time, I opened a look, the date is not in October 22nd, it was October 23rd. God, this is a copy of the newspaper, I don’t believe it, but only in this way can I explain why I think the news is not the same as I think. There is no doubt that today, I bought a newspaper tomorrow. At that moment, I was so excited that my hands shook, and all my wishes could be realized. Here is the race tomorrow sure as a gun, the. I began to pick up the object I want to charge, I only choose those who have won 30 times the pay, people are not optimistic about the horse. There is a horse are as high as 50 to 1. Originally, I was definitely not in the horse to bet on the horse. I went to the bank to take out all my savings – 150. At noon, I went to a bet. I went to several shops, because I don’t want to cause other people’s doubts, this is really an interesting thing. I know which horse will win. I was too excited to have time to think about why you got this opportunity to tell the future. The horse I note the bribe really win, every horse won. I’m just waiting to be accomplished, money. I hurried home to get some money, a total of 4000 pounds. Who can not stop me now, I will put forward to resign tomorrow. And open a shop. However, I have to tell my parents first, they must not believe that this is true. I turn on the TV, but I can’t concentrate. I’m always thinking of my money. Suddenly the announcer said to Searl, “that’s where my parents lived, I began to pay attention.”. In an explosion, a factory fire, 22 people were killed in the accident, and many people are still in hospital. I was paralyzed in a chair and I couldn’t remember anything about it. Before I got a telegram, I realized that my father was dead. The newspaper scattered the ground, I had no intention of picking up the papers from the floor. At that moment, I saw “the latest information bar” headline: “Searl soil plant disaster estimation of people died”. I didn’t see the news, when I was busy picking the winning races. I could have saved my dad, but I was busy picking those damn horse. My eyes are blurred, I can’t see the words in front of me again.

I didn’t tell anyone, I had my own business, and I did a good work. My mother got the insurance premium paid by the factory. On the economy, her days are better than ever before, but the problem is that, after the death of his father, she does not care about her own life and death. The gods to punish us, they will be doing a pretty.

I was excited too late to think, why did I get this opportunity to tell the future. Money, this thing is really not clear, if you ha but now I don’t think so. I have spent a great price to understand this truth. I have alwve no money, you must think that it is the best thing in the world. I used to think,ays liked to go to school, a teacher English copiously quote authoritative works. Many I don’t remember, but there is a phrase I always remember: “when the gods wish to Nen treatment I will let my prayers.” That sounds funny, but I don’t understand it, but you may have to pay a price that you don’t have to expect.

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Things are starting from a rainy day. I am a motor mechanic. I like working in the garage. But, I do not. I have always dreamed of starting my own business. You think, if you do, you will not be tired of living, I do not care. Do not large enterprises, only a gradual development of small businesses can be. Because of this, I said goodbye to my parents in the north, and come to london. I just want to make more money. But my father did not understand, the money earned enough, why should leave home? To this end we always have a dispute. Enough, stem what ah! Like him life, life in the cottage, in addition to retirement can get a gold watch and a pension, what else to look forward to? But you look at my dad’s face. He’s really angry. He did so for many years in the noisy factory, but he did not make a good thing. When I got home that evening, it was raining. While I was walking and thinking about me. I’d like to have one thousand pounds. No more than one thousand pounds. In the subway station, I bought a newspaper. I would like to see the newspaper on the way home, so that I can forget those annoying things, and see what new movies to release. I don’t know why I always thought this was a problem. The news in the newspaper seems to be ahead of time, I opened a look, the date is not in October 22nd, it was October 23rd. God, this is a copy of the newspaper, I don’t believe it, but only in this way can I explain why I think the news is not the same as I think. There is no doubt that today, I bought a newspaper tomorrow. At that moment, I was so excited that my hands shook, and all my wishes could be realized. Here is the race tomorrow sure as a gun, the. I began to pick up the object I want to charge, I only choose those who have won 30 times the pay, people are not optimistic about the horse. There is a horse are as high as 50 to 1. Originally, I was definitely not in the horse to bet on the horse. I went to the bank to take out all my savings – 150. At noon, I went to a bet. I went to several shops, because I don’t want to cause other people’s doubts, this is really an interesting thing. I know which horse will win. I was too excited to have time to think about why you got this opportunity to tell the future. The horse I note the bribe really win, every horse won. I’m just waiting to be accomplished, money. I hurried home to get some money, a total of 4000 pounds. Who can not stop me now, I will put forward to resign tomorrow. And open a shop. However, I have to tell my parents first, they must not believe that this is true. I turn on the TV, but I can’t concentrate. I’m always thinking of my money. Suddenly the announcer said to Searl, “that’s where my parents lived, I began to pay attention.”. In an explosion, a factory fire, 22 people were killed in the accident, and many people are still in hospital. I was paralyzed in a chair and I couldn’t remember anything about it. Before I got a telegram, I realized that my father was dead. The newspaper scattered the ground, I had no intention of picking up the papers from the floor. At that moment, I saw “the latest information bar” headline: “Searl soil plant disaster estimation of people died”. I didn’t see the news, when I was busy picking the winning races. I could have saved my dad, but I was busy picking those damn horse. My eyes are blurred, I can’t see the words in front of me again.

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I didn’t tell anyone, I had my own business, and I did a good work. My mother got the insurance premium paid by the factory. On the economy, her days are better than ever before, but the problem is that, after the death of his father, she does not care about her own life and death. The gods to punish us, they will be doing a pretty.