Then I have passed away without you

The sun rises from the west, behind the east. Bullet back to the gun, athletes back to the starting line. I returned the admission notice, forgot ten years of cold window.
The smell of food floating in the kitchen, you sign my name, turn off the TV, help me to bring the bag, you are still with me. --Inscription
I heard you today when I heard this poem. Think of your drooping eyes, gray hair, grubby cheekbones, your old face. There was no mother in my childhood, I was you alone. Then I have passed away without you, but I still remember that the summer was so hot, the cold winter, the spring breeze blowing in my ears, my foot in the fields, I was with you.
Soft cobblestone pebbles on the path, the ditch on the piece of carved stone slate, narrow and quiet streets full of wild flowers. You are walking in front of you with a metal bucket hanging on your elbows, and I follow behind nothing. Streams so clear, above a beach like emerald blue sky, the downstream stream happy singing. I wet your shoes in your exhortations, shouting in your sweetheart. I like to wring dry stream water after the stretch of clothing, you are neatly arranged in a thin line. The sun is the clear taste, transparent sparrow humming song.
You always say that I'm too lazy and greedy, showing the pity I have not seen before I leave you, and I even feel a bit pathetic. The evening was so dark, and I was leaving. I quietly shed tears, did not let you see, like today, you can not see the tears I shed for you. I left you and my grandfather's house, living in their own home, as if a new guest. I am not accustomed to living with my parents, whom I only heard on the phone. But time is a catalyst for me to blend in with my new life, even if the process is somewhat unnatural. Later, when you are sick, my study is getting heavier and I wait until I look back at you when I am in heavy study. I see you, glazed eyes like what was swallowed by the disease. I am sad and confused. Why did you face me in this attitude when I grew up? I am alone in this growing fog, you do not know how sad I am. When I finally began to understand and treat this world, I spent a long time, I went to a lot of my unknown way, I find for a long time to find the present one, in the process without you. And you begin to ignore the world, or you can not help it, you have to slowly pull out.
And when I only want to find you the most darkest moment, no one understands me and understands me regardless of me. I just want to go back to you, look at you, you taught me, then I am not afraid of anything. Then I passed those bad days, ushered in the first celebration of life's little success, my father's mouth I received your praise, I am happy and miss you, did not see you. Perhaps I'm used to you in my heart the most pure and soft corner, calm.
I am now living farther away from home, I am not accustomed to novelty and excitement are always laborious to the loss and discomfort to the brink. Only occasionally, in a bright afternoon, I looked at the silhouette of the hills in the distance, wash the white days, I will think of the mountains and mountains of birds and flowers. From the bottom of my heart gurgling deep and clear clear stream, slowly without my heart, and my eyes is caused by the same and our stream of transparent moved. this website | straight from the source | index | her explanation | helpful site | from this source | look these up | read more | use this link