It Is The Board
Posted on July 28th, 2010 by admin
At this moment I just see well, ten meters of far places, return paralysis to sitting a middleaged woman, there is carapace of thick a pile of waste paper below the buttock, a car stands on the block on the side, it is the board of form of a few medley set prescription, secure all around went up a few very small runner, return fasten grow long rope made of hemp. Look, this is the tool that the child is pulling a mother to go. Wait for me to eat the sesame seed cake in the hand, go to again when seeing that pair of , the child both hands is holding that in the palm plastic bag, the mother took a ladle, feed wonton into the son’s mouth, put the one spoon in him mouth again next.
The place on their face is permeated with the sort of happiness of the move, blossom unusually sweetly to come, a kind of shake that never has had upsurged in the heart that lets me. Happy, it is half bowls of wonton only sometimes.