There is a severe deep grace that words don't like it. Because there is there, there is no giving and reclaiming, all are fluent in innocence, nothing stops to let people give and the recipient must hesitate to hesitate, attendance: February South Bao in this world has no grace comparable to that grace. Grace parents! High violet, deep color. A wind afternoon, I caught the man in the hospital. The arms were sunny, wrinkled suddenly trembling as the last drop of blood was drawn from the blood
. He fainted for a moment and woke up, holding less money in his hand and rushed away quickly. Once again, I accidentally met that man behind the hospital gate, in the hand of a small child who asked to look at her father with the emergency eyes. Watching my child with a few drops of milk that was just changed from her blood, the man smiled
I quietly. In my heart suddenly thought, I didn't know that tomorrow grew up, did the baby knew this? Blood to teach me, this morning is healthy and happy. And what will I tell you today? Nevermind. Because I want to mention it ever. There are trouble flickering on the road but becomes a tears. There are buddhas in life without spending the white fur between you blocking your eyebrows, launching a large glowing aura that can still decide to talk about Deep Deeply with a heart and a lot of love, content, sacrifice, levels edge. Unfortunately in this world, no palm trees can draw a real live portrait of two cities. So, for my mother, even though your children have loved, thinking about where it is still lacking so much compared to the common piece of love, a mountain of a sea. There, no shoreless, there was no barrier to let the footsteps even though it was lost, was also the soul of the father and mother's love to support the mother. Mother hugged her whole life, I was present In the life of parents like a river, all three have to marry each other, to share in the inside of an extremely fluent beat
So you suffer, my parents are suffering, and I'm happy, my parents are happy, I am practicing the glass to be enlightened, my parents are also born. This morality is not just clicking on the lips head, which is a spasm in each bend, from the new childhood in pregnancy. The image of the son is the crystallization of his father, is the mother's blood, the breath and the soul of the heart absorbing in the coast. Buddha with bone with flesh right next to me. The person who stood left for the door for a long time, waiting for our figure from the heads to the lane, whispered to pray for the children to go to Binh An Street, hurry to the house. I forgot the lively Buddha always beside me, but only remember Buddha with thirty two good generals, eighty beauty like full moon. And so I denied salty lines that naughty my mother's lip eye over five times of algae, let us get life today. A speech accidentally, a superficial look, a gesture Different ... I don't have a hurricane pain. But not so that the heart was withered, the bottle was, the opposite was red and loved in unexpectedly. The mistake of the parent's parents also ignored, the joy of the parent also gave it all, the suffering of the parent also accepted, as long as the child was happy to be happy enough. The embodiment of incompetence from that incompetence, in addition to the heart of enlightened levels, no heart can match. So forget the mother's mother is to lose your heart, how can we survive and greatly talk to a person! Sometimes because of why you want to pursue a Buddha in the mind that we neglect the Buddha by Bone with meat right next to me. The person who stood like a door for a long time on every dimension, waiting for our shadow from the distance from the lane, whispering to pray for the children to go to Binh An Street, quickly go to the house ... the paid from his parents to practice, each of us It may have brought the greatest happiness to the person who may have brought the biggest misery for people. Every day my mind is all around the pure, the day that day wants to open the parents back. Every day we were still flooded with darkness, three times opened to pushing her father and father in the suffering. Father is weak, old mother at money is far from me, closing your eyes and doesn't just put the way. This suffering, knowing whether can you remember it? It's been a long time, the sound of the poetry of Mr. Dong Son's poetry to Him, still thousands of years ignoring like a bell of the people who want to go away from home: - Mom and Son The previous life has a new condition of maternity. Since hugging pregnancy in his heart, early afternoon demand prayed to his son. Pregnancy is full of monthly, lives like only blinds, childbirth is given to the precepts as Chau like to be said, not married of lipliness, without afraid of sucking hard. I have just become a person, take it to school; Or when I go to play late, my mother stands for the door. Write a poetry about the decision. Father lost, old mother, he weak, are you poor, who can I rely on? I have a moment of leaving my mother, I don't have a mind forget you. Since I walked away, my mother's day and night often shed tears. Suffering! Lonely . Dịch vụ:
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