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The mother lay on the bed in the living room, quiet and dignified, and gently placed her hands on both sides of the body. Her forehead is still bright, beautiful and temperamental. Half of my eyes closed, I can see my shadow in my mother’s pupil, her face is quiet and sad. The mother lay down, away from the vicious devil, and got rid of it. She suffered from torture this year, the pain of cancer and the pain of the skin after burns, all turned into a stroke in history, which was printed in the wrinkles of her stretch and rubbed in my heart. Ah, mother, my mother! My cold hand held her hand with a warm temperature, and cried loudly beside her. My hand slowly rose and took her temperature, just like a child, just as she held me not long ago. The temperature of the hand. The mother’s excellent quality is still released in my hand. I called my mother and looked at her still quiet body. My world began to get darker and darker. I know that soon, my hand temperature will gradually drop, and then I will never be warm. My mother is saying goodbye to me with my last love and going far away. Ah, my mother, my mother! I called and prayed that she must wait for me. I must warm her cold hands, and then let her recover and return to us. My sister, my sister, and my brother are standing by my side, calling me the soul of my mother. Then we hugged and cried, and our inner lights were all extinguished. We are back together, and our blood is coming together again. All our childhood and hometown Replica Cartier Love Bracelet, innocent and common memories, our common mother, will be away from us. I wiped my tears for my eight-year-old sister.

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I wiped my tears away from my thirteen-year-old brother. I touched my fifteen-year-old sister’s hair, and I dragged my 20-year-old sister’s hand helplessly. Mother will sit up from the bed tomorrow, then stand up and light up our inner lamp At night, when there was some silence in the room, I was lying next to my sister, and my sister was sitting next to her mother. I was so sleepy that I suddenly saw my mother sitting up from the bed. I was busy standing up to help my mother get out of bed, but standing by the bed, watching the mother’s quiet face, watching her lying neatly on the bed. I shook my head and walked out of my dreams. My sister woke up and said that I had the same dream. Yes, dream, just a dream. The mother just slipped away jokingly and fled the devil. If the devil died Replica Bulgari B.zero1 Rings, she would definitely return. Although I am very afraid of death, I am eager to die in demonic. I sat gently at my mother’s side, leaning on my sister’s body, looking forward to the death of the devil, waiting for the mother to stand up. We buried our mother and buried the malignant tumor in our mother. My mother and I are separated by a layer of autumn yellow soil. The night before I returned to school, my sister gave me a silver ring. This ring was very early for my mother. When my grandfather did a silver shop in the city, he made a special trip to his mother. On the ring is a delicate rose made of blue and red. I looked at the ring in amazement. It was beautiful. It was the first time I saw the ring and I hurriedly put it on my finger. The size is very suitable. I look at her and look at her deeply. Before, I never saw my mother wearing it, nor did I listen to my mother. Sometimes my mother will tell us that my grandfather used to open a silver shop in the city. There are a lot of silverware and silver coins in the house, but I never thought about asking my mother to take it out because I always thought that the days are still very long. My mother and I have a fate. At the beginning, I always had a chance to see it. I didn’t think that time was so rushed. My mother didn’t leave me any story. It was just a ring, a rose that exudes love, delicate, bitter and fragrant. In the evening, I talked with my sister and sister about my childhood, talking about my mother’s time, and talking about something that is especially memorable. ‘Mother’s mother: Let’s go to pick up at home!’ said the sister. ‘Mother 嘱咐: To filial grandma and sly, listen to Dad’s words!’ said the sister. ‘Mother’s mother: Grandma’s house is not overhauled, don’t let it come back!’ said the sister. ‘Mother: I will save those silver coins first, and when they grow up, give them to your sister and brother, and keep them as a memorial!’ said the sister. ‘Mother: Let me go to school!’ said the sister. ‘Mother 嘱咐: Give these jewels to everyone, this is the commemoration I have left for you!’ said the sister. …… I took the ring. If the grandfather stood in front of me, as if I had taken it from my mother’s hand, I couldn’t stop crying. The mother put her love on our side, around us, and at the same time, in the middle of our comfort, leaving a place to commemorate our blood and spirit and thoughts. I am a mother’s child, my mother is a grandfather’s child, I have a mother’s love, I have a grandfather’s love, and my blood vessels are flowing with my grandfather and my mother’s blood. In the evening, I wore a ring, lying in bed, insomnia. I think this ring is a symbol that symbolizes that my existence is inextricably linked to the fate of my mother. And this connection will accompany my life, affecting my soul and life.

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