Stone looked back, his favorite brave children, dressed in ordinary clothes, down her hands, laughing and joking came forward.
"Yong Son, you go out last night?"
"Oh, Daddy how you do not tighten yesterday, my hand to get separated, Oh, yesterday, a plum great, I have felt the satisfaction of everyone, huh, huh ......"
"What is this?" Stone children do not reach out yong pink ribbon in her arms, asked.
"Oh ...... this is picked from the ground, is a good smooth. Yeah? Mother do?" Yong said children hands on his lips, walked out: "Dan a child, a child .. Dan ...."
Yong children looked away in silhouette, made of stone turned to mountain cabins bolted foot.
Along the way, those who were weathered by the years, those who were dying, from the mind flashed, and then the pain to the extreme, mountain water is also the wind tears.
Iron-cocking the request silently in the heart of God for mercy, not to disrupt the present life, so that their children can and a piece of Dan, and Yong children, living to old age.
Hurried footsteps, he looked up to find that, as early as a few warm-tree Warbler war, the heart is more painful, badly suppressing feelings, how can the spring; please? Can?
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