http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118 dan118 en-us (C) 2010 by dan Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:21:17 +0300 www.E-Blogs.info 2.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=1 I do not like the story of a bitter child study. Family is very difficult, his father passing away, brothers and sisters cry piteously, but he graduated from college, they still persist in graduate school, the mother only went to sell blood ... .... I thought it was a selfish students. Way of studying a very long career for life, why too much notice of a few years squandered? Moreover, this time, and obviously are extremely bitter, need to use the mother''s blood irrigation! A mother can love even those who can count on him Who would not love? place the interests of its own supreme location, then how can become a master of human devotion? I do not like parents of seriously ill in bed, absolutely leave pioneers, no matter how much you have reason to. Earth still turning away from anyone else, do not have to exaggerate the power of individuals to the incredible level. An old man dying at the time, will his final earthly Qi Ji cut off, to utter despair, loneliness in the heart in a long journey, it is irreverent of life. I believe that every child an honest and sincere, have promised to their parents at the bottom of my heart, "filial piety" and ambition, I believe that long-running short side, I believe that conditions are ripe, believe that they must have attained name and fame of that homecoming day, could easily fulfill their filial duties. Unfortunately, people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forgetting that life is short, forgetting that there are never repay the kindness, forget the fragility of life itself is vulnerable. Parents gone, with our deeply miss. Parents gone, bequeathed to us the feelings never repay. You will never be words to filial piety. There are things, when we when I was younger and can not know. When we understand that time is no longer young. Some things in the world can make up some things will never make up. , "Filial piety" is a fleeting attachment, "filial piety" is unable to reproduce the well-being. , "Filial piety" is the 一失足成千古恨 the past, "filial piety" is the junction of the chain of life and life, once broken, never to connect. Soon as possible for your parents to do something filial piety. May be a luxury, might be a brick. May be across the Atlantic a Hongyan, a message may be nearby. May be a true black doctoral cap, perhaps workbooks on a red five points. Perhaps table Delicacies, perhaps a wild flower. May be decorated with flowers and flourishing and magnificent clothes, perhaps a clean pair of old shoes. Perhaps tens of thousands of money, may be only his mouth, the body temperature of a coin ... ... But "filial piety" scale, they are equivalent. Only, the world''s sons and daughters, we must pay close attention to ah! To take advantage of your parents alive Our Time.... 123 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=1#comment Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:20:35 +0300 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=1 dan http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=2 Wandering out in my working career, are most afraid of is a "disease" and the word is just like being scared. Ten years ago, in the Zhejiang province to work on site, in order to project delivery schedule, we work night and day. In the 38-degree temperatures operation not get a break at noon. We are racing against time to bring the sun into the boiling passion solidification of reinforced concrete floors are soaring. We will Yuehui tenderness watering trough at the base, Liang circle inside bones. Will close up in the concrete of which the entire 12 floors of a sudden, I suddenly realized that the scaffolding in the rotation, I have vertigo, as if one leaves, life floating in the dark abyss ... ... When I woke up, I already lying on the city''s Second People''s Hospital wards. Is the first time I saw my landlord aunt, she was sitting on my bed, face wrinkles where written uneasy anxiety. When she saw me woke up, his eyes filled with relief and joy. I heard the murmured Madame own, but also seems to me, said: "Thank God, Buddha bless! You finally awake." To her surprise, far more than a landlord and tenant relationship. Her expression of excitement, I read the words I can resist heartbeat: "maternal love"! My aunt is the relationship between landlord and tenant, saying that rotten Oh yes meet by chance. From that moment, I firmly believe that no matter where you go, as long as there are women, there would be motherly love! "Motherly love, everywhere." She is not a simple famous, she is far the most earthly eternal truth. At this moment, it revive a feeling of motherly love, such as the huge warm. In my lonely hearts surging forward, surging forward, my mind starting rolling waves of happiness. I pay close attention to aunt''s hand, tears, went so far as words can not say a thanks. I live in the hospital for a week, my aunt is also accompanied a week. Back to the home, or aunt frequently come to take care of me. Later, I recognized that she did my Ganniang. From then on, I have recovered the lost years of motherly love. Did not expect after only six months, I have come back from another site to see her old, but she unfortunately a visit. To listen to neighbors say, in fact, she was elderly people wait on me when, it is already late in gastric cancer. But I do not know nothing! I stood transfixed to dry her family''s downstairs, trance hear her old one first-order one from the staircase terraces hard to go down. She kindly affectionate voice saying my name ... ... ... 123 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=2#comment Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:20:57 +0300 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=2 dan http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=3 Passing away memories of the dead, the farther and farther away from me, the radio broadcast from time to time, kept trained on the first song is full of sad, "left," I asked a friend: Why is the left rather than right then? What a stupid question ah, but it reveals a hint of melancholy. It turned out that because of the heart on the left, closer to his chest. Gardenia scent diffuse throughout the summer, and my thoughts are also Zhangde full, to overflow, and accompanied by gardenia scent drifting into the distance, I do not know whether they can smell. Miss distant brother and wife, miss out wandering elders who had missed the grandmother in heaven, thoughts ... ... thoughts, warm and sentimental words, given me is the endless memories and sadness. I miss in this summer full of Gardenia Ci crazy long, tears also followed the endless yearning unscrupulous fall down. Distant relatives, do you recall that the same will be crying again begun to learn about Zhou Zhou. A person walking in the school''s tree-lined track, ears heard the familiar tune "is actually not want to go, I want to stay, to stay with you through each spring, summer autumn and winter ... ..." is probably one of the imminent parting of the lovers sent to the other side. Brother, do you remember this song? Six years ago, in December cold winter, we sit down around you, listening to you over and over again and singing this song, and I can only use the eyes filled with sadness and dismay in silence looking at you, heart but in the loud, said: "brother, do not go, stay with me, okay?" heart but it really hurts. Until now, that sentence does not cry out eventually. Because you grow up, you go looking for the sky belongs to you, even if you never wish to leave, but ultimately you still to go. You do not need care, you need is the courage and wisdom. Brother, forgive me for that day did not go to send you, because you do not want to see my eyes filled with tears and dismay, I want you to go at ease. That you are wearing a uniform sure handsome, very breadth of it, and I am sitting in a classroom, all mind you, is that we traveled together for fourteen years, finally, you still out of my sight. Later, the aunt told me that you cry, I want to wipe your tears, but you have already gone. Brother, you go, I''m so sad, but I did not dare cry in front of elders, only to secretly hide in every night was silent house crying, 14-year-old girl for the first time so profound experience to the taste of parting , it is bitter. Even now I still dare not touch the parting word, watching the older one by one to go out, I never go off, because I cry, make them uneasy. Brother, you are gone, I began to write to you with my words away send my thoughts. Although the small postmark away my thoughts, but I still secretly crying. Slowly grown up, thought I would not cry now, but whenever I passed Natiao have speckled the way we laugh and ash dam, when I heard this song, when I think your time, or cry, until now, you think will still want to cry. Brother, in October last year, and you go with the way we have gone through, you should say that I am stupid, my stupid, a good warm heart, a warm and familiar, but also slightly in sadness. Brother, my classmate said to me: "Age difference between the three will bridge the generation gap." However, I do not believe I said: "I told my brother to good feelings." Brother, you go a year and a half years later, come back to visit relatives in the army Li practiced for a year and a half, you become mature and are totally Panruoliangren. However, I know you still have to go back and return to the sky belongs to you. Brother, today once again heard this song, I think of you, that naughty, treason, love tease me you will not come back, and we are all grown up. Brother, you are very busy bar, a heavy responsibility on the shoulders of the bar, you want to share a little, but I know I do not have that capability. Brother, I will listen to you, study hard, you have to take good care of themselves, take good care of wife, do not worry at home, a good working hard your career. Brother, gardenia good strong opening, large tracts of white, as if I have the same thoughts, and constantly spread. However, a good quick Gardenia Xie, but I still miss that long. Come join us in the days of flooded my brain, get rid of. Brother, long time did not call you. Brother, I will remember the part of our memories, forever ... ... Like you, brother ... ... ... 123 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=3#comment Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:21:16 +0300 http://www.e-blogs.info/dan118/?goto=3 dan