Chinese New Year children

New Year children, at the moment who read it, who does not seem to mention think. More like a voice, faint with the turned over a few Road ridge, from far and near, from which came behind the house eaves, like tame pigeons call Angela's posts, but always to be approaching when the ear, but also around the go very far ... ... a journeyman, Abdullah did not pull back.

alley sounded 'firecrackers' sound, that sound very loud, so that my ears had a chance to stop when on the Baoxiang up and a shiver with excitement! That will be followed by a few playmates Fengdian children and children of Great Britain ran a grandfather followed thrust over the cool laid hold my little hand, but I still struggling to squeeze into the heap in that bar. The middle of a fall on the ground is brilliantly red beam with a few large tsunami 'laugh flowers', gushing with colorful straight to the night sky, those stars may scurry up by Sunburn, surprisingly lively! Do not blink an eye, that light will be missed a lot of gorgeous flowers, is a great pity.

for me even though my grandfather lit a small thin willow 'laugh flowers', I actually regard it gone, although the small size of the 'sneer flower' is in my hand swinging back and forth, jump burning. But that is for me shake my grandfather, I had never been seen moving in the night curled straight identified two small children, her mouth, bent up a small moon, frozen pink little face was that big 'laugh flower' children out of the hot grill.

mortal found, grandfather was head down kiss at me, eyes flashing also placed flowers, never seen my grandfather was so happy, it was the happiest I've ever seen laughing the ... ...

grandfather was dying before it is told me personally, though intermittent speak, but still played a series of zero bits and pieces of my memories are engraved in my completely branded heart, copy pictures into a treasure. This Nian-gen every season, always think of holding it out [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], carefully seek taste ileum, just as an old column Chen Hong, smoke-filled rooms in the breath, a hint of nostalgia in the means, the fresh product with a honey Italian childhood dream to do fun rubbing. This is probably the sweetest of my life ever, most beautiful, the most childlike of a child.

the Son of the north, most of the season came in the sky Han Xue. If not so, it feels missing a season, or will like the cool cotton to the Putuo Mountain mist, to the less odd, less forthright, not exciting. As the thick snow covered log cabin package, have to burn to the pot of glowing red coals, and that is to the force, to the people through the core of children with 'warm' and Xi Xing!

children that year, there was light snow filled the welcome, and that steam steaming hot brazier, or not enough. Would also like to talk about that New Year's Eve the most out of color, this northern city people, ah, now mostly over the rich, it seems that mustering a trial of strength must earn a year is spent on 'crackers', and hold back enough the strength to wait for the arrival of the moment at midnight New Year's Eve, all Baoxiang out [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then there really makes a refreshing! This is odd to say over, over the bold, over-excitement, will all children in this critical juncture, on the. Like the birth of baby immediately to such birth in this critical juncture.

this time, the north wind whistling blowing snow tucked, but also quite fierce whirlwind, spectacular. Only a fraction of the effort, instant whips, spent million gun went off everywhere, the skies and earth, it is boiling eyeful! Feeling between heaven and earth shaking up, just put all the stars were crashing it! Berthelot is to make this earth a child to go off, change the bone to go. Soon, too soon, feel everything has changed, looking ahead, both familiar and strange all the mountain is not the mountain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the tree is not the tree, and they are gone, it will not come back.

looked up hope, very cool and bright sky, the stars seem to be rubbing the bright wind, like a diamond sparkling in the glare, but missing the moon alone.

I was a lazy person, New Year's Day never like to go pro channeling Lane 'Hush cold' honoring. But like the wandering alone in the courtyard outside, solitary another tour this year for the new.

I like when the snow festival, like its unique color, nor did it alone stained the snow red Bairu Yan, fresh, bold indeed it was pleasing to the eye, in the eaves, at the junction , take along in the tree, Fun Eau many red flowers burst thin foam pieces, like petals is heaven-sent fine and decorative Hongyan, always beaming, stepped on it, the natural child will let you glue some of festivity, and more some air of children.

I do not know which way through the courtyard in front of the number of times, and now made me feel never passed it, and familiar, or will come off like a dream, do not know where it leads. Perhaps, it will then lead to the alley, I hear a strong flick of the 'gun' sound, look Look at the days to the big red 'laugh flowers', and then look at the grandfather's eyes flash flowers take a look at it go and not come back - the mountains and trees!

vaguely, that whistle was underway, and approaching the ear when they walked around, a good journeyman far, pull dragged it back ... ...

【snowing fog Thanks for the Memories】 Iraqis end of the year 2010

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