For a walk

In the clean the road he walk on the left hand, buckle a bunch of keys, the right hand took a three-year-old child, the child was going, keep carrying all sorts of requirements, he doesn't bother also not wen, smile at the faces of children, he sat down and gently with the right hand touched the child's forehead.

I am on the bench, a sideways and saw this scene.

I've never met a young, middle-aged man continuous. Is this an action, I feel suddenly witnessed his older related.

I can imagine DuoNian later, when his body no longer dominant, hands and feet, he no longer sound one out for a walk, the appearance of the eyes is a long experience with the far, the turbidity kam is a deep, dignified, of the world too much, it is not easily balderdash expressed.

I can also imagine that the boy grew up into-people, by a wayward child grown into a young, running on the pitch and in the long corridor, one day, suddenly realized that his father has grown to the young of appearance, he did not remember his father had numerous times take him out for a walk, don't remember when he is still a three years old when his father had told him had expected too much, he was his most warm glove.

A father's life, spread to the abundance of end, there isn't money and position, but another and he similar shadow, the shadow, is so vigor grand, as he CengFanCheng life, with a wave of his hand, XiYangGong spread over the horizon, the past is dim.

How many hope you had placed to yourself.

Youth make noise, afraid of being the world forget, larger still stay at a time of not going to school, the daily repeat the vacant and boring, occasionally see a book about ideal, suddenly feel sentimental and despised, and the past, still understand that after is a distant unfamiliar.

You think you will look like, what is like, disgust, the inherent posture is to resist the a sense of unknown origin.

Weak, not easily and deep this print, the future too fuzzy, can let a person feel inadequate, too clear, the but again afraid of inability to change.

Live many years, just suddenly think longingly of childhood, can have desperately cry, capricious requirements. For a beautiful clothes, for a delicious apple, so far, walk on the misery to the crossing into-no matter what is before unfamiliar environment, have to pretend calm to accept, fidgety, helpless, to deliberate choice, coming together.

The three years old children, raise head to look at what is in front of the evil influence father. How clear moment, like a close-up of amplification.

Suddenly, all miss, so miss hatred of the past, playing on the beach house of the game, light feet pile of sand, dirty face still companion laughter convulsions. Be shut in the room to do his homework, too willful ran to the strange place aren't go home and burst into tears.

I used to pull breeze, discomfiture, and most hated but overwhelmingly miss children.

After DuoNian, I could no longer evil influences.

DuoNian, I have a lot of people silent, their favorite person close or quarrel, try hard, will be slightly self-effacing, will be tried, worry about troubles. Jealous

Youth is such a warm and hold to the things.

I met a man, and a child.

In a after the rain of the evening, I am on the bench, slightly, I turned around and stay at one side, head, suddenly saw two people prosperous life.

I rose up and then and they brush past.

Pretend, we have known each other.

Pretend, we used to be strangers.

The streets are clean, as the clear sky, pulling out the taste of wind, together with, this summer, one of the cool and refreshing zhuo green.