These days, about the early 1970s and at the end of 1980 were my age-old age called my childhood and budding, there were many memorable memories for a girl with a hyperactive part and a little stubbornly. Pretty Many Bamboo ROIs of Mother.02: 00/1: 43 nam southbut memories my memorable is my father's bike ring. My father worked 30km from the house, every weekend, Saturday afternoon was home. I am very happy in the afternoon of my house, I am very happy, have a grandmother, my father, my mother and 6 my brothers, (have the time you haven't went to the soldiers)
. When I'm dark, listen to the bicycle bell. The whole rush to pick my father, after the car bell, I feel like in this life there is nothing to be sad .
. deposited, is always the case ... then the new dinner is happy, my mother usually spend The best chicken waits for my father to eat meat. Only one thing everyone is a bit sad that, my father only eats his legs with the chicken, while the delicious meat gives people, his father always ceducates, a characteristic never changes. Finished rice, I and my brothers and sisters enjoy the candy (that day is very rare) My father buys as a gift for us to buy candy gifts that we like most but don't forget to buy soft cakes for grandmother more fun, is There are many books, with a small salary of the subsidy, but he doesn't forget to buy more books, I remember that there was a novel informing my father who bought it in the neighborhood with each other to read His .. because the day is very rare to read books. The time never comes back, it's too far away to tell me when I think about my father's bike bell, now still deep in my memory Old weekends
. Now, these days ... no longer remembered, absentminding something far away, her mouth always mentioned my mother, my father lived a sense, he was unwell. Children forever don't forget the fun memories, the sound of the car's body is done. According to the village . Dịch vụ:
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