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I do dream of homesickness, Miss my honest parents, is in the small village of junction, the handle looked disappointed---tears are streaming to your face.

Children have gone home in sight, now back to your side, hold your hands full of I've got, touch simple face, was in tears as exciting handle recruiting into the warmth of your chest. Willing to listen to your nagging home four aunt, how simple, and so more than once, you said that Li's brother's help, know that is your life Zhi Bao, how can it be forgotten mother. Mother is because the mother does not handle forgotten, not blame a son filial piety, and you never tell, when you think of grief.

Has bought wine, looking forward to sitting with and you wanna talkto home, sitting in the warm hot floor, to hear you say, the crops harvested, listen to your wishes for the coming year, father – are you on pins and needles, for hundred ileal turn, but you will not express your thoughts, only worried about hiding in her eyes.