Hometown, where sending the dreams of people about a growing country, inhabitants of warm life lo MAS, let the old woman sells water under the root to have warm shirt to wear in the winter cold, for the way of the kids go to school is not slushy, and then compound the whimpering and crying because of shame , let the children fun day on arrival, dream, dream.For parents not rose-colored sunlight beams on a rainy, jacket patch frayed thread.My hometown, with my hair dreams hair mother, not silver, for the green bamboo stronghold, Banyan trees, water station, the family remains intact, in the free country of the old Covenant. the mother was thoughtful support to serve children, for children who are not abandoned the disconnected line between life..
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