Flower wall has become a childhood friend with me growing up to 9: 00/2: 53 Navigen of the United States that runs a straight line that prevents a flat concrete and a small garden of the mother Then turned to lead the lane, stopping at the pond bank. The wall is only tall to the adult knee, a widespread widespread about a hand, moss, the chipped stains, peeled mortar. When the shadow is like a thin chiffon sheet to fall into space, hear the sound Bamboo gate twisted me to creward, my parents went home, I tossed the teddy bear into the corner corner, gasoline ran to the yard. Complete petroleum into the mango tree outside the lane, my parents sit on the flower wall rest A working day of the outermost shorts, put-up to the knees, the calf lemed mud. Blue is strongly marinated into every wind
. Mother smiled and asked about studying, and she hissed to plow a long slightly to release white smoke thanks, the table on the ball after the redness ..
I like the most in the night in. The elderly night spilles once grasping the seeds is the stars who click on the fields on the field. I lie long on the shore of the flower wall that widened her hands like wanting to hug all the deep universe sucked. The sky was immense before her eyes, I found myself very small. And in the heart of the year, the year to six suddenly rises the desire to adventure, exploring fairy lands. I just gave me my god shower, I followed my mother, looked up without blinking, narrowed my eyes and squinting my right eye, turning the person and tilted her head, but I didn't see anything like grinning The mouth jumped in front of her eyes. Then my childhood I kept pain not knowing how the shape of his gods shallow? Mother soaked a knife song: "Has the sky, why are the sake of the season only for people to do it. Spring of the gods bowed a lot of beans, the villagers know? Entering the moon, the moon is a little staggering ". I muttered to read until when I memonged. Flower wall overflow with honey moonlight
I accidentally pillow my head on the naughty pumpkin tops climbing myself across the wall, the smell of pungent pung on the nose. The wind pitched softly, I found myself a angel wings on her shoulders, I flew up the moon to meet her Hang, Uncle Cuoi, then spoiled dancing, across delight on foam and soft clouds like cotton. It until the next morning woke up on the dear bed knew last night to sleep on the shore of the flower wall, she picked up the bed. The flower is also the ideal place for children we play crocodile to shore. The winner hesh, proving that the child had to make a crocodile by waiting for it to go away, stood on the shore of the flower wall and jumped into the air or jumped into the yard and jumped into the yard and came down to the yard and sang: "Crocodile, crocodile On the shore! " Who is the sweat, but the mouth doesn't turn off the smile. Play bored, both floods sitting on the shore of the flower wall Seeing white butterflies on the blossoms on the yellow yellowish pond or flying red dragonfly on the branches. The flower has become a childhood friend with me grow up. Leave it when you're away from the countryside, it is a lot of people in the town, it's a straight line in my nostalgia. The text of Dao Manh Long . Dịch vụ:
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