亲情及其他很多年了,我端坐在安闲的枝条上。歇脚,乘凉,并放飞众多的比喻和遐想。凄风苦雨中,为我撑伞的人,肩膀上的风霜,额头上的印迹,挺不直的脊背和泪水。他似乎忘记了岁月的黑,一颗沧桑的心行走在苦难之上。浓密的阴凉下,我闪亮。并专注于小小的幸福,不曾为他发梢上飘落的灰尘驻足。我当他是智者的真身,在他面前始终没有学会坚强和隐忍。他眼中世俗的混浊渐渐在我的故事 Family and many others for years, I am sitting on a comfortable branch. Rest, cool, and release many metaphors and reverie. Cold wind and rain, the umbrella for my people, the wind and frost on his shoulders, imprinting on his forehead, very straight back and tears. He seems to forget the years of black, a vicissitudes of life walking on top of suffering. Under the thick shade, I shine. And focus on the little happiness, never stopped for the dust falling on his hair. When I was the real person of the wise, I never learned to be strong and forbear before him. His worldly opacity gradually in my story