child, father is a mountain, tall, Tingbo ! grow up, his father is the sea, inclusive, magnificent ! the number of recalled childhood when his father
generous smile , saw his father when the number of temples of white hair.
childhood Tingbo slowly into the back of rickets now , the tall figure turned into thousands of mind now inclusive . Time to walk step by step , back step by step with life , we had a big day , father一日days old. Yes, Yes , his father old. Since when old father found it? From the last phone call he heard the sound of my home? Fertilizer from when he could no longer carry on the shoulder Yang ? Or from the corner of the eye wrinkles , gray temples ?
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