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One of nine students IX White Lotus
my first world, the banks of Yangtze River Delta is a humble white lotus, he is a day of fishing in the river rafting Lang, from my side after day, the total is singing cheerful songs, I was in his voice from a bud into a long slim white lotus flower, his days across from me, and never picked me, I am waiting for the withering , and will eventually become his wrist and missed the next lotus flower. I am the Goddess of Mercy for five hundred years before, had for my second cycle of the world.
the second world, the children he is a local administrative officials, I can only do a night-blooming cereus, stay quiet of his study, he did not pay attention to me. On that day, for the most beautiful in my life when I heard his surprise, exclaimed, He likes white, I can tell him to wear white. I look at him, you tune thanks. But this life, he finally looked at me, is not it? Though not for the human form, but he at the moment I bloom for him, I saw his joy, and I put one of life's most beautiful moment for him. So, I ask the Buddha the second five hundred years before, this life, every day I saw him. Buddha quietly looked at me, I'm firmly back at her, do not change their mind.
Third World, he became a flower Lang, a small bridge to go through every day, I was the bridge is a stone lion, recently, he had tired of the time lean on me and rest, I hear his breathing. I want to fan for his fans, wipe sweat, one day, I heard he was surprised his lady said, is white. The world has finally ended, he spent athletic, and I, toward him.
Fourth World, he is a private school, sir. To private school from the village to go through a creek, so I became the only large piece of quartzite Whitehead board. His days carrying students from the tread on me, I hear his footsteps, knowing that this life I still can not break my Chilian, so that the days of quiet and happy, fine, he's late at night in the moonlight , came to the bridge, blowing on the song, I listened quietly, feeling that life is what I want, do not care about immortality adults.
fifth world is miserable I, we, I actually became his enemies, he is an eagle soaring the sky, I was the family support was the canary. I listened to his day in the sky proudly shouts and I can not say anything. Because I say anything, my life is bound to end in his hands. I can only through the narrow cage, searching for him around the trail. After all, the day arrived. Taking advantage of the keeper fell asleep, he Jipu down from the air, you guys scared the run, but I stood still, motionless, I want the last moment in life, to his mind in mind, he came to me Jipu, I saw the confusion in his eyes, his claws on my chest stopped, a little hesitation, one forced me apart. I calmly looked at him puzzled eyes. With a nostalgic smile, I closed my eyes. Dear, I have to find you V, next life, next life, if we can not miss ......
sixth world, I'm so happy, finally fell in love with him, though we are just the two sea sand, but we can quietly look at each other all day long, I never give up He had to move closer to such a little, a little bit, I reach out towards the well-being, however, experienced so much suffering, I still can not touch his hand to me only a hundred years from his , we are inexplicable cyclone separated, I was sucked into the shell, the future may become a beautiful pearl, or will process the diamonds, which is how the glory Yeah, but I was in sorrow, my dear the, you know, for me, I never thought to be a pearl, to be a diamond, I was willing to make a grain of sand, one can look at you all day long, looking at you, smile at you, you can with you in the eye of a grain of sand Yeah.
seventh world, I am looking for him day and night, but there is no trace of him, or I did not recognize him? I understand the doubts returned with a pond, find the joking, he said one should know, joking sighed, passing out. I cried at him, the next life, remember the next life, I wear white, his eyes moist, hard and nodded toward the next reincarnation.
the eighth world, this life, the parents say that I am weird, grew up just like the white stuff, grow up, but also all the accessories are white. I wore a white dress I love to go out, tree-lined walking trail at the lake, came across a man, my heart suddenly burst abruptly to hurt, I stooped, why like this? He walked beside me, the pace slowed down, looked at me like was thinking, after all, did not stop his feet, we are farther and farther. I went back to the pond, watching the various dislocation VII, sad laugh. I asked the VII, after all, as the one with him and then walked to each other. Joking asked me: I, give you your heart. Meng Po leisurely cup of soup for me, pulled me solemnly said: the world to spend with him only for I, the VII, I have not received any pain and what not tasted bitter, If we can really care, how can the cycle of Say. you look at my heart, left Jiban ?
However, late, after all, one step too late, I met you and know you and love you, but had missed the time we met, he had a wife I can not find anything, this life, let me silently guarding you, okay? I want nothing, as long as the fate that spend a great friend. Should then missed, how many I have come to seek you can IX? Maybe, maybe next life you still continue to forget me, maybe, maybe you still do not care about my life, but my dear, to see the tears I IX, IX I love to see, give me the fate of the world. Let me end with you to this life, not so much, just a little bit of love I meet. If I asked if you go, please do not be sad, I will return to pond, and then seek the Buddha IX in order to endless reincarnation, so one can love with you, through the Aging, Because I love you ... ...
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(Reporter Lin Qi) 60 years ago, they, as a member of the Chinese People's Volunteers, into defending the homeland and the Korean war. There, they had experienced the baptism of blood and fire, dedication and sweat of youth. Yesterday, 30 people from all over the city together Jiangbei Da Shiba veteran volunteers. April 1, they will be with the blessing of fellow volunteers and exhortations set foot on the journey back to North Korea, in the Ching Ming Festival, is a foreign land buried comrades offer a bouquet of flowers.
memories Park, 78-year-old volunteer in the heroic songs of veteran Xu attracted all attention. Xu Jiang Jin who is in 1951, district held a mobilization would,miu miu handbags, he first reported his name, the same year to North Korea, under the 60 military volunteers.
1952, the Xu with his comrades suffered in enemy artillery fortifications in the attack, the deputy company commander from Shandong Province in front of his eyes down, he felt dizzy, stumbled ran into a nearby warehouse. Clean up the battlefield to find his comrades,paul smith handbags, when the head of the blood Xu both solidified and sent to the hospital for a check, shrapnel from the brain so far only one millet.
was still under artillery shells hit the line of fire

Wuju Hui, now 77 years old, still full of spirit and memory are clear. Because the age-old feeling the chest several medals and some faded, the old man pulled back the memory of the war-torn years.
the small frail, Wu Juhui adolescence to the medical had a strong interest. September 1950, still 29 teachers to study,gucci handbags, he was enlisted in the army medical school, then became a health worker. March 1951, he followed troops to the Korean War, and has participated in three major campaigns, including a Major, awarded a third class time.
battle in a Major, Wu Juhui unfortunate enough to be hit by shells, causing back injuries. In order to complete the task, after simple disinfection and dressing, the Wu Juhui with gauze and washed the front. Until after the Korean War, he was back home for surgery.
the bullet stuck in the back of the ribs, in order to remove the bullet from the left lower lobe to be removed, so that caused him to avoid other health risks. Although usually seems to be no right, but whenever the weather turns cold, Wu Juhui injuries can still vaguely feel the pain in the affected area.
wish We hope that they go to the DPRK, could you find her father's grave. In 1951, the father of Lvguo Rong Lv Yunfen went to Korea, at that time, infant Lvyun Fen less than 3 months. In 1954, the organization sent a Lv Guorong martyr card, until then, family members know, Lv Guorong has been sacrificed in July 1953.
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having not seen his father,burberry leather handbags, Lvyun Fen said he has been proud of his father, an annual festival, she will burn paper to pay homage to the father of the distance. 57-year-old began learning to play erhu, the Korean War as well as her songs will pull the track. That this group of Korean War veterans DPRK news Lvyun Fen wrote a letter to his father the night letters, I hope veterans who are able to find his father's grave, to help her carry a heart the words:

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76-year-old Wang Shaochuan elderly veterans back towards the activities of one of the organizers, told reporters that, the original 25 were prepared group travel, but the news spread, there are five veterans of active hosts. These veterans aged 76 to 82 years in which there are three good reasons to the families of veterans of the carer.
Wang Shaochuan participate in the Korean War,paul smith bags, when only 15 years old, although the army as a cultural teacher, but also experienced a variety of brutal fighting, including a Major battles. until 4:00 and more, For a long time dream of lingering in my mind, but also cherish the memory of that history, while the hard-won happiness today deeply, cherish and keep pushing.
Yesterday, 30 volunteers gathered Jiangbei Da Shiba veterans, their comrades will be grave for the next month the DPRK. Reporter Yang Xinyu Photo

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