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7 novembre 2012

Those people, those things

Isabel Marant Sneaker In the life, countless thousands, with ender, also have the pass. A lot of memory like ashes scattered as the blade of time, however, because there are those unforgettable people, my life at least also left memory sharpening. One of those people, is a teacher. On his face, gentle smile as if is "one thousand constant" sign, so gently hung on his face. He taught me history, taught me politics, he in the classroom splashing of knowledge through a shares the enthusiasm of passion. Isabel Marant Sneaker He is very thin, but he was hidden in a let I admire strength, is perhaps he answered my question most often hung in the face of the smile. Laugh to your heart's content is very beautiful, enough to treasure in the heart a corner, just like water lines as shallow smile, is enough to let me unforgettable. One of those people, is a security. He often in our area doorway smoking a cigarette, every time so casual walk. One day, I hurried home, set foot in the village when suddenly a voice from behind: "say! Little kid! Shoelace loose -" I bend over to look, two root shoelace slouch on the ground, and then look back in the past, to stop me is that security. When I'm going to continue walking forward, he shouted 1: "quick system! People stumble old dangerous frontal." Oh, well - but, in his eye, I squatted down fast system on the shoelace, secretly nagging this person how so much. I got up and walking again, quietly looked at his one eye, but found it was with a smile, he looked at me, and I quickly drawing step left. But later saw him,cheap Isabel Marant boots always feel this is a very professional security, people should be very well - before, never a stranger remind me tie your shoes, he is the first. buy Isabel Marant pumps One of those people, is my grandmother. Grandmother has gone, my mind leaving about her residual broken memory. The mother say that grandma love back yard of a pear tree, the tree flower with white, it's her best was, is not only the pear tree, and the grandmother. A photograph, the grandmother stood in the blooming pear side show peasant woman simple smile. Mother said, the grandmother in the countryside and sorrow to live, for the family's living too tired to get down, could stand up again. But, why she is still in the pear smile before? I guess, that tree pear is grandma heart one place hope place, is one of her beautiful description - who said NongGuRen no imagination? Now the pear tree old, QiuZhi bald dry, but I would rather believe that it will one day will blossom, like grandma smile that blossom. Memory unforgettable, those who have a smile, a meet, a kind of the same attitude to life. Whether a friendly, warm, or simple, don't dye secular, smile is like amber-hued of water of the morning dew, quietly ornament in life the roses, then we come when you least expect the sun room, found in the world of glittering and translucent and a piece of the rainbow. The way of life can't be a person walk, the scenery on the way need these people to share, remember these people, carrying a continuation of memory. Those people, those things, not on the water, mirror flower, but a real memory. They will not change, even until everything dies, also can still leave the youth print, the source of beauty.

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