Those years
The village life, growing a rose without a thorn, a pink, pink, and crimson!
There are many different open unknown tree flowers, white, purple! Yellow!
Four Seasons in full bloom chrysanthemum, peach, jasmine, canna, hibiscus, kapok, cactus, narcissus and now I do not know many names of flowers!
Summer, lotus, water chestnut, watermelon, melon, balsam pear, peach, orange, mulberry fruit, I often eat red printed dress, to discuss her mother's disapproval, and I always silly to laugh it off. Now recall the old life, really colorful, everything is so beautiful, with age, to recognize the fact that the color of the flowers are still those who are still hanging on Mulberry tree, simply because when young and without things to all fantasies directly to heaven, leading to the present has so many beautiful memories of people flow experience! !
I remember when the paint on the ugg classic tall 5815 face often with a colorful and savory is to name! Perhaps that time, many people like me, has such a beautiful fantasy, colorful became synonymous with my childhood!
The village life, the relative superstition among the ignorant, next door to my sister always tell stories about ghosts, so then, I always feel
Looking down around there the devil, so mom and dad not at home in the evening, a man not kept in the quilt inside out, going to school after that the world is the existence of ghosts ... no ... there are too many memories of childhood laughter s !
First grade, a neighborhood where his brother ugg boots knightsbridge do not know what a dogs back to support, because the hair is white, called white. Later, White
Always with me, except me, do not listen to anyone calling, for which he often bitterly, that he is a wedding dress ... ... I do like my brother, also assured his white with me, So he raised less than two months with my last name white, but in fact what he heard my white is a reason, because when I run the class side of the pond far from taking it every chicken put the bed back home underneath. Then go to school, this is often absent, but not so from the next academic sly, often not at home at Mom and Dad, I'll kill the chicken to cook for him, it is often the cake, or feel good, and never dared to eat their own, give him to eat, and he with me throughout the primary years.
When two young, white, and I have been nearly as high as long, and he often surprises me too much, seems like a lover in every possible way, in the morning I go to school, my mouth was still eating something, I see white paint on hand, ready to take the bag with his mouth and picked up the bag to stand on my door like a bouncer at any time waiting for my order of departure, which made me very happy
I often whisper, he said, which I do not like speaking teachers, which the students hate, I'm sure if I said he can understand, and sometimes he would hum and listen to me half a day or two, no matter what I eat always give him to eat, sometimes I purposely did not give him food, he cried out in protest, Oh ... ... now think of it, or so happy, I put him as a best friend, favorite lover, as I Life