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Years, no trace, is still missing


<div class=\In a piece of yellow autumn leaves floating gently in the wind, the autumn wind blowing in the ruthless, in the rain as summer leaves in the wind slowly falling to the ground. In this dismal fall, I picked up a piece of her memory of the fallen leaves, put glass in years, so she and I share is always treasure the memory of being in the Aging. Want her to open the age of the bottle, write on the leaves in a \
away at the station since the day my mother and I every day for her to fold a paper crane. The back of each sheet are filled with my most sincere wishes on behalf of each paper cranes all my blessings and thoughts. I silently in my heart every day to pray for her childhood ... ...
all seems so simple and carefree is the most impressive. I think I grew up, but this ignorance I do not know how many times hurt her heart. Gradually, I really grew up, start to read a little motherly love.
remember that it was a night seven years ago. I was cold, sick in bed, eyes are dim one, but I feel her breath, remember the words she said to me; \\I remember back from the hospital at that time the sky takes on a dark blue, there are stars in the flash. One can imagine that she did not close my eyes for my night. Mom was more than the previous thin for some time, but also feel like there is the cloud covered his face, the dark a lot. I think these days I told her do not care about all this is my result. The next day, when I opened my eyes to see her for my porridge. This reminds me every morning when I was still sweet dreams, she woke up early to prepare, so I do not go to school hungry, but I'm always a cold day, rejected the mother's words of good intentions, think of Here, the tears feel of my heart. I'm drinking that tasteless porridge,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I think it is best to drink the soup, because in the porridge at the same time I felt her share of the most sincere love. I think her love is like the bowl, even though the surface looks flat and lifeless, but thin to go with your experience, to feel this love, will find food for thought. And after that many days of my illness is finally good, but when I saw my mother with a house made of fatigue when the heart suddenly inexplicable acid together, I do not know what words to describe the feelings at that time, in short,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I am sick When she looked at my side in every possible way according to me, let me feel the warmth of a mother. This time, I was very grateful for my mother to thank her for giving me life, and let me be her daughter. I will not let her heart cast a dark cloud. Because this time I learned to love going to win the return of love.
years passed quickly, and soon I will bid farewell to my alma mater, ascend to the junior high school. That period of time for me, the most beautiful and most memorable.
mother who said her mother unit of the articles written beautifully but I have not once seen her write the article. When I was a lazy morning in bed,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when to see my mother sitting in front of the computer and gently tap on the keyboard. I smiled and said to her: \How you are playing computer games? \\\Mom, this is also easy to get ah? Just need to find an article not on it! \I'll be finished, \This statement,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], though brief, but enough to make me feel really loved her job but also in the work never back down, always face the problem seriously and must do it well, do their own satisfaction, and My mother is full of confidence in everything. I can not help but think of one sentence: \\The so-called faith, is hope. For example, the \Really admire her. I am so proud of the strong mother, her spirit has become a role model in my mind. This time, I was full of admiration for the mother, because she has become since then my mind forever Hero (\
the first time I finally entered the school door, but I began to have a carefree day cranky. Separation of the face with the mother, I can not as strong as before.
just entering junior middle schools when the school is full of curiosity, a new face each have a strangeness. But one day my mother said to me: \Riding days I feel down in shock. That night I did not sleep all night because I used the \I remember the day my father to the United States to stop sending all my father's friends came to tears not only the mother. While stocks father back home. Night, a long very sad, I can not sleep over and over again. I heard her in a dream, said: \it is not painful but the 'sad' buried in the bottom of my heart, do not talk with others is their deepest secret in my heart to tears, \Guo-ping, who said: \\? But now I have to face again with his family separation. In the September 12, 2003 at the station the day I bid farewell to my favorite people. Although she's carved a line between, but I believe every piece of my thoughts, my blessings every word, my every wish, my every prayer, every one of my leaves, every one of my only paper crane ... ... She can be sensitive, because each paper cranes affects all of her and my heart. Paper cranes to her and my heart are closely linked together.
wind blowing to me, a fallen leaf litter on me, take me back from memory. Although my mother and I separated the, but I think I've been very happy, is the mother's love makes me feel all this. Now I really miss the past, because a short period of time for me is the most important part. I know that a person can not only immersed in the past, because in the past has become yesterday's history. People say: \any regrets, but God always tease people, and only after the loss to that person to understand \when all too late, because time will not stay for any one person more than a minute. Although I no longer have the good times but I still brave alive.
I love my mother, because she will always be in my heart the example of her seriously, she's strong in my heart ... ... she is the most responsible work of staff to deal with everything is always so serious ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not back down; in my heart she is the strongest mother in the face of \quietly supported me and be my strongest support, more confident me ... ... She's a strong will slowly germinate in my mind, under the care of her mother in every possible way to grow in love grown up under the eaves tree, for others shelter, bring the brilliant sunshine; for others cover the sun under the hot sun, bring a rest in the shade ... ...
mother in the dream there is always the lingering figure, the volume with her tender voice, from a place far, far away has blown me vanish in a moment. I hope to have time, I will, \They are like the moon hung in the sky, like Gone with the Wind does not always fall, and in the Federation against the background of a bright moonlight flashed in my mind, they will always treasure my years in the bottle.
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