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I admit that people who indulge in the past,
mercurial vapor, a casual past always make themselves drunk or even can be said that can not extricate themselves. But I have to admit,
beats by dr dre, I'm not merely self-esteem of people in the past. Chose this title because I can not live your life with joy and be self-deception. Family of which there friendship has also had its own feel the sun like love ... ... I was born in a very ordinary worker's family, his father is a hard, honest workers; mother was an orphan since childhood stepmother mean much. Had to leave home early. That year coincided with the educated youth delegate, then came to a small mountain village where his father started his life ... ... in later met my father, naturally became a home with us ... ... I often heard my father talk about the year share of romance,
tods, as if hypnotized himself ... ... Soon,
tods shoes, we reached school age. We entered the home more than ten years of primary school, where, with my lovely teachers and students. I like the feeling of going to school. The sum of the mother early in the morning as usual to send us to school, to not us timid, but in the mother's eyes, we are all her ... ... One winter, the snow was heavy, the entire pass to the school to which the road also buried. As usual, the mother of to send us to school. To cross the bridge, the bridge is the thick ice, very slippery and very narrow bridge, there is no barrier. Mother afraid we slid into the river and decided to back one by one we crossed the bridge. Helped her lie down on my first, and then step by step the fear of the past,
dre beats, I know my mother is very careful with every step, just 30 meters away the bridge literally a full half an hour ... ... Later, I went to college, every weekend. Wenhanwennuan mother always called the winter comes, she will send its own buy socks and insoles ... ... flash a few years later,
beats by dre, now work. The family rarely have time to take into account, but in every national holiday. I always remembered my mother back across the bridge of the situation, I think of home, is the home ... ... I know that the eyes look forward to the mother at home waiting for me to go home ... ...