And five years like that passed away. He has never expected a distant future with anyone. Just a crime, like a beautiful girl who came out from the fruit, but the ending was not like the old fairy tale. The summer of that year he was ten years old, and I am five years old. The house is only a moss old brick wall
. Both his parents and their parents are genuine farmers. Idle the two of him invited each other to Hanoi to do hiredly. His mother and my mother are at home to raise pigs, calves, chicken
Then taking care of each side was two young children. I still haven't attended the fourth grade. Inside the weaknesses, or go to a blanket or slap fish. I often follow it. Remember once because he was playing to serve to eat the rice of the village and was arrested, she fell to the whole body ditch filled the mud and cried. Fortunately, the person who caught his cow's cow is the oldest half of his father. But it was impossible to avoid having let me fall in full of mud, all my mother and I went to my mother to reprimand. The age of you into the first grade, he moved again. But every day I gladed to make him take to the class even though the two schools were quite far away. Without taking away, I cried all day, rice was not sad to eat, just misleading like autism
My mother ledged, he was reluctant to accept the words. The two-year-olds were in the sixth grade, he moved again. At that day he began to teach him cycling outside the dyke, the ball was later than many other children. My hair began to be long, already afraid and no longer followed him as a lot of cows like an older eight-year-old. On the house of his festival, still remembered like printing the moment he held in his hand (she went to the temple to go back to the pagoda) in his backpack and cried sore. He rubbed his head, and she was. With you still just like your little sister who loves the most. The month of the month passed, the other day he suddenly remembered he was a two-year-old boy. In sixteen, I raised the extremely beautiful code with dimples, long hair through her hips and smiles that could make the man collapsed. He was a little bit of heart but still whispered to herself "It was only a moment". The summer of that year he returned home. The afternoon as usual back to the windy river. I wore a pure white long shirt sitting on the phoenix, someone was planted for years ago, holding the stones thrown towards the crowded vessels with the water. Occasionally looked up at him to sigh. Wet eyes went when he saw him smiling. He didn't ask, nor approaching because she knew that the old girl at this side was a young girl. Evening before his day, I asked tomorrow (sister in the seventh grade) to give him a piece Paper is a bit creased. The photo draws a young man in addition to twenty years old who is holding a young woman going under the green trees. Below is the beautiful words and right roof: "He goes peacefully and remember to return. I will wait". Sadly, in addition to twenty years old, he was a young man who played like him even though sometimes buried his head in his job if they were dominated. I also go to Hanoi, the school is more than fifteen kilometers by the house but all weekends took a car to visit. He was alone, frequently following the windy sites. I have my own key but never stay. Just to wash clothes, clean up a bunch of flowers accordingly by four seasons into a dry wooden board and then go to quietly. And five years like that passes. He has never expected a distant future with anyone. Just a crime, like a beautiful girl who came out from the fruit but ended it was not like the old fairy tale. I went to married. The day he heard the news that the two ears away, the sky was as dark as dark. The feeling of loss is covering. The day of his wedding came back but didn't dare. Just standing against the old wall, making two-five papers with enough color - the year I have just two years old. Buy an additional boat drop down the river in front of the house. My last tears passed by crying for the old man. This summer he returned. Your childhood river and I still stay there. My house, my house is still in common moss wall ... Tran Thanh Vinh . Dịch vụ:
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