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The salty tears are deep and dense, like the fog that can't be scattered, and they return for a long time. In the entire living room, my aunt copied half of the bamboo branches, chased her tears, shouted loudly, and her face was crying. I watched as a "come man", and suddenly remembered that this half of the bamboo branch was the dad that was folded from the sanitation broom Cigarettes For Sale. I can't remember how many beats I suffered as a child, I only know that this kind of bamboo branch has been used for more than a dozen. Every time my mother hits me, she is training and chasing me violently. At the end, she rubs her eyebrows and bites her lips in pain, watching me covered with hot scars, and blowing lovingly. He sternly said, "I don't see if you commit any crimes!" There have been many times. I want to secretly throw this abominable bamboo branch, but every time I dare not. The bamboo branches were green and green, and it was like a vicissitudes of black hair in the fifth grade. After I was late for three weeks in a row, my mother finally determined to beat me hard. At that time, I fled from the bedroom to the living room, and then from the living room to the bedroom. I couldn't speak, tears, and wept silently: "I ... I was wrong ..." Mom still beat me hard, in tears, watching her hands tremble and squeeze the bamboo branches, her face was full of pain. I really regret it for a long time before she stopped. I accidentally noticed that her eyes were shining with crystal mother. After I left, I threw bamboo branches, full of dissatisfaction, all in it. Half of the bamboo branches cracked, lying silently on the ground, Huang Zhong faintly blue, the back vicissitudes wrote the review, I felt the hot and red scars, the breath was a little trembling, and went to my mother's room. But when I looked into the half-closed door, my mother was lying on the table alone, and buried her head helplessly in her arms. The moonlight was white, and she had long hair messing up on the undulating back. And bad whining. After a while, she cheered up and wiped her tears. Crying red eyes, tears on the placket, and irresistible twitching made people feel like she was a piece of fragile glass and could not stand another blow Carton Of Cigarettes. I slowly left and picked up the half of the bamboo branches. In the moonlight, the bamboo branches, the soft light, and I have never been late. As I got older, my mother hit me less. This bamboo branch is also completely yellow and dry, and it is difficult to use again. "I ... I was wrong ..." His cousin was picky about eating instead of eating, and his aunt beat him like he was then. But I can hardly remember the taste of being beaten. Recently, my relationship with my parents is not very good, and my grades are down again. Do I really need a beat? Ask yourself, cold sweat. Seeing my aunt crying and beating, it turned out that parents beat their children, and their own hearts were dripping with blood like tears, and their own pain was deeper than their children. The tears in her mother's eyes were more sad and helpless. Every time she remembered, there seemed to be a hot tear dripping on her heart Newport Cigarettes Coupons. At that time, the bamboo branches were still green, which made me cry, made me grow, and made me remember; in the future, the bamboo branches were in my heart, spurring me, forging ahead, and not stopping. The salty tears are the smell of love, thick and deep, painful and joyful. I cried half of the bamboo branches, lying still, smiling without saying a wish that the bamboo branches would be evergreen.
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