The carnations will never die

This is a letter you this life can't read letter. When the calendar turned to 5 November, you know that? This is a belong to your holiday. Tonight, in the drowsy glistening in the quilt up, deprived of light pierced visible hanging on the wall of your pictures, you that kind smile, familiar figure. Could not restrain heart surge of emotions, thoughts and also the mustang in actors such as Mercedes have your day. In the field of former you, the figure of labor hill; Your heart with she bitter teaching; You with deep feeling that the but again reveals a sad eyes light; And this life to see you last side of the scene, you quietly lying in bed, quietly close my eyes... This series is a complex picture up my whole body and mind. Mom, can you hear tonight son's voice?
You leave it in 65 days and nights, I can not a dream to meet you. Often can be wake up from dream, there is a kind of lost sentimental!!!!!
Standing at the window, the neon lights in the set off of the city, little part of the day, a blatant have the quiet night. Mom, let us to feel the joy of mother's day, let you know, mom, today I've come to make sure you are ready to a bunch of pink carnations, don't know you like? Maybe in your life doesn't pay attention to have such a belongs to your holiday, the more not consider what kind of flowers do you like. You work hard to short devoted all his life to children, you used the firm into the life of explaining the pace traces the truth of life.
Mom, remember small, family is poor, our brother some and impertinence, often let you angry, you sent the scene of kneeling; Remember and you go to is the scene, in the evening, go in your back, looking at you with the bucket ChanYou swayed the shoulders; Still have that how many night you picked cotton, in the light of the Oriental hair fall asleep until BaiCai scene; And how many times you at night with a flashlight to the field to seedling, either in the water out to the scene of mulberry leaves for silkworm; And you often take the heat to the mountains, dig medicinal materials, cut out the day of Suo grass...... These have become the memory of my life!!!!!
The childhood life is with you hard work and sometimes visible. Mom, remember later, we have to go to school, your brother reading again for us more, the rainy day care for us to send an umbrella, noon had long been prepared lunch. In middle school, and a week you are busy preparing for the home clean clothes and next week's daily necessities. In your little verbal instrution, in your ErDiMianMing's told, at that time we know in the study hard, you put hope on the body. That day, you remember a people have supported the whole family. The life of the broken gradually kill you lock the appearance, you become old good hui, these we see in the eye, enormously. Mom, you know?
Outside the window, don't know when I played under DaDa di di rain!!!!!
Mom, I leave you to later memorable day of reading, chengdu I couldn't imagine you is how with strong will and persistent belief through the benefits the most bitter day. Only know each semester with a few days of home, you are always going to school in said in to obedient, to study hard, we these poor people can't compare themselves to others. Poor people can not short ah!!!!! He And have repeatedly said his pass muster. But I know where the weight of life, to the disease prematurely wrapped up in the you.
Finally, you cases, day after day, the faded. Often the Spring Festival with you together and go home, always felt gracefully.i don, you is old. You look at me for you to buy back the clothes, I always always bemoans weep.
That day, you walk lightly, 3 July. The Spring Festival, away from home, can a month have become our mother and child this life farewell. Since always, never a prepared to face your leave. When his grief to a very numbness of body and mind, kneeling in your bed, looking at you familiar with face, such as the flood of tears burst, widespread. Maybe any language, and many tears also calls no back your life, and can't make peace. You go, in the boundless sky is like a meteor strokes fell. But, this is not a meteor, because you this life will live forever in my heart. You left, leaving a pile of loess and we very sorrow go, perhaps only so that you can truly rest, you too hard, you work too much. "Mom--
Whenever a person, with your life every detail in a flash, in my mind I often ask myself: whether, if had conscience? If the god can, I would like to with his own life for you life, with their own body and mind to help you bear the pain. If time can cycle, I will choose another way of life, the choice is next to you for your filial. Not if, the real is the surge in imports.some quietly tears. Mom!!!!
Today was a day of Thanksgiving, the crow is still can feedback, and what's more, man? In the children grow up, can take care of yourself, you also need not worry too....... You never leave us.
Mother, let me waiting for you tonight, gently tunnel 1: mom, I love you. Send a bunch of invincible carnation!!!!! Much joy to you in the kingdom of heaven happiness always!