Originally, I already are worry the under the bridge.
Walking in the culture park idle stone trail, with summer night of stars, all is quiet is reassuring.
If the string kiosk sitting below a lot of people. The old man, with parents, children, to have a baby, have the brokenhearted, the couple, has friends, have iii, which means four generations under and three small people. Everything is happiness, all is calm.
This happiness reminds me of her parents, of the car bike. Think of sorghum the back seat of the car, think of the back seat, MianDian, thinking of the...
"Dad, don't fix it, change a car, tired. Put home is AiYan."
"Yes, and is less poor, even the bicycle to afford"
My little sister a sing with a unification of the old daddy to persuade him that bike with 22 years of girders bicycle sold. Just because the car is put in the home in the AiYan.
Dad didn't speak, continue to fix the car is my little sister was despised and the broken bike.
Mom also didn't talk, continue to help a dad, he deferred to the repair tools.
"Alas, is really old ancient understand, a broken car have so precious?
I looked at their movements and the younger sister, and it shall not pay any attention.
Maybe a little too, words really mom dashed stood up for me and the younger sister said 1 we in this life can not forget the words: don't have the money to forget niang.
At that moment, not only I and a younger sister, and dad.
No comments:
Post a Comment