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Today, I am out of the doors of the parlor, meet in front of the building line of five poplar tree Waibo take photographs. Leaning against the tree is a young, give him about taking pictures of his father. I am a little surprised [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], at a time in late autumn, the leaves had shed all, a bare tree Waibo any good photo's!
walked around them, I naturally looked at them attentively. Just listen to the young man standing under the tree said with emotion: Then I understood that this tree Waibo why. Over and over again old man then said: another group to the nostalgia. Due to special historical reasons, those who have dedicated youth, and life here, people have dispersed to the corners of the country. Who dispersed the people, their hearts are printed engraved miss bearer of this land, because all this land that they are permeated with the sweat of their wisdom with their own hands and set up in this piece of land on the plant , revised from the rail [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pull up the grid. How can we forget ah! Thirty years of day and night, they shed blood for this piece of land [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Xian Qingchun!
home to visit his parents every time they see my first sentence is: . Haiyan, Qinghai and I know that the thoughts in their minds, but also the blessing of their past yo [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! They miss here, miss the plants, brick by brick. Because there are positions they had fought; in which they had written the immortal chapter; for China's two rounds, made indelible contributions to the cause; where they shed sweat; here they do not always wipe to the memories!
I have asked his father: no regrets for our
, would care, but like a sweet wine, long, pure and honest