My Beautiful canvas prints
in my childhood memories, and life is no color. At that time I had never thought that we would want to be a flower clothing, or a colorful balloon. Because I know that even if you were to do so, the dream is like in the water, in the same distant. How many classic personnel flow, to how do I calmly face vitals are still indelible suffering footprint?
The first time a beautiful photo on canvas prints, my 6 year old.
It was a spring afternoon, my mother asked me to buy salt. From home to the store I walk to 20-minute walk of the way to go, but I start an investigation, is not reluctant to walk, didn't think that one day I would be able to the God of the operation. If I have 10 minutes in advance know that, and I will certainly take off. neighbor's sister, shop assistants, every time I see her, she is dress, elegant riding from me. Of course I feel good, I have the recoilless rifle, with my cashews. At that time I weight, loves to laugh, and love, every time to see his uncle, and aunt, UBL, Granny always attentive to people, and you want to hear them boast I, is even more with delight, the next time you will be called a ring. Think about the slender figure of her sister that I have car recoilless rifles, and much effort. That day, I bought the salt, leaving her sister and I, let me share with her.
I sat on her beautiful bicycles, but you want to go, I do not know. She had to take me to the urban areas of the 100 stores, came to sell the place to hear their discussions on what color is attractive, and I was generally agreed to stay there, let them mulberry cloth in me mischiefFor. I do not have heart rate, because I haven't thought that this is the I make clothing. I do not want to have to think, is it a piece of clothing is indeed a luxury, my father each month to earn a few $10 for cost-of-living, and our family of up to 5 people and uncle 7 people living together in order to several brother and we do not suffer from cold cold, UBL and his father difficult to maintain the family's expenses. Of course, at that time I was surprised that these, I just know that there is something I do not the mouth asked adults to.
My uncle in Xinjiang, my sister often wrote a letter to him to buy a pair socks or clothing, my uncle will be promptly sent. At that time I was very jealous, it is a pity that I will not write a letter, and then I quietly resolved, then read several years, and I will also write a letter, it will be able to pass through the beautiful new clothes. In fact, my uncle's life can be difficult, where we can know.
My mother is a plain of the rural women, she is very hardworking, and often help her sister, do farm work. Sister's parents divorce, the divorce is very low, and it is a very shameful thing. Her sister's mother is stronger, has not re-married. One is a woman with her two children to live in the field crops live in difficult, and the mother's often go to help them. I was reading with a pen, book, and a lot of them are to her sister. That night, I inexplicably and sister recognized that a large circle. Clean the air in spring, the tranquil soft taste, and arbitrarily spread ...
it for a few days, a colorful photo canvas print on the. shirt is red, the rose as a crimson red color. Left and right above the two small pockets. The craftsmanship is very delicate and size. I treasure very much, the mother usually did not give me through, and relatives only when I have to go through a few moments, and when he returned to get off. There is a 61 day performances, teacher let me recitation and the mother to put on my the beautiful shirt, hair tied bow-tie, I am pleased to be. After the performance, my brother and I have a home, then to write phrase, hand the ink on the way there, his brothers cannot endure if I got it right, got it knocked me down, and ink along the Chest on down, I cried in sorrow. Mother's money, wash off, and my beautiful T-shirt began to lose the color. That was my first piece of beautiful clothes, I was particularly impressed.
Recently our company to a batch red fabric, made nearly 50,000 in the beautiful canvas fabric. No matter the style or fabric are better than before, and I can think through what went through what is, but in my heart I was no longer the exciting feeling. If the pure water of the story once again shower-wet in the age of the heart.
No matter how many years he flies, and merely point the written, write hidden deep in my heart aroma story, must not forget those who walk in the past memories.
in my childhood memories, and life is no color. At that time I had never thought that we would want to be a flower clothing, or a colorful balloon. Because I know that even if you were to do so, the dream is like in the water, in the same distant. How many classic personnel flow, to how do I calmly face vitals are still indelible suffering footprint?
The first time a beautiful photo on canvas prints, my 6 year old.
It was a spring afternoon, my mother asked me to buy salt. From home to the store I walk to 20-minute walk of the way to go, but I start an investigation, is not reluctant to walk, didn't think that one day I would be able to the God of the operation. If I have 10 minutes in advance know that, and I will certainly take off. neighbor's sister, shop assistants, every time I see her, she is dress, elegant riding from me. Of course I feel good, I have the recoilless rifle, with my cashews. At that time I weight, loves to laugh, and love, every time to see his uncle, and aunt, UBL, Granny always attentive to people, and you want to hear them boast I, is even more with delight, the next time you will be called a ring. Think about the slender figure of her sister that I have car recoilless rifles, and much effort. That day, I bought the salt, leaving her sister and I, let me share with her.
I sat on her beautiful bicycles, but you want to go, I do not know. She had to take me to the urban areas of the 100 stores, came to sell the place to hear their discussions on what color is attractive, and I was generally agreed to stay there, let them mulberry cloth in me mischiefFor. I do not have heart rate, because I haven't thought that this is the I make clothing. I do not want to have to think, is it a piece of clothing is indeed a luxury, my father each month to earn a few $10 for cost-of-living, and our family of up to 5 people and uncle 7 people living together in order to several brother and we do not suffer from cold cold, UBL and his father difficult to maintain the family's expenses. Of course, at that time I was surprised that these, I just know that there is something I do not the mouth asked adults to.
My uncle in Xinjiang, my sister often wrote a letter to him to buy a pair socks or clothing, my uncle will be promptly sent. At that time I was very jealous, it is a pity that I will not write a letter, and then I quietly resolved, then read several years, and I will also write a letter, it will be able to pass through the beautiful new clothes. In fact, my uncle's life can be difficult, where we can know.
My mother is a plain of the rural women, she is very hardworking, and often help her sister, do farm work. Sister's parents divorce, the divorce is very low, and it is a very shameful thing. Her sister's mother is stronger, has not re-married. One is a woman with her two children to live in the field crops live in difficult, and the mother's often go to help them. I was reading with a pen, book, and a lot of them are to her sister. That night, I inexplicably and sister recognized that a large circle. Clean the air in spring, the tranquil soft taste, and arbitrarily spread ...
it for a few days, a colorful photo canvas print on the. shirt is red, the rose as a crimson red color. Left and right above the two small pockets. The craftsmanship is very delicate and size. I treasure very much, the mother usually did not give me through, and relatives only when I have to go through a few moments, and when he returned to get off. There is a 61 day performances, teacher let me recitation and the mother to put on my the beautiful shirt, hair tied bow-tie, I am pleased to be. After the performance, my brother and I have a home, then to write phrase, hand the ink on the way there, his brothers cannot endure if I got it right, got it knocked me down, and ink along the Chest on down, I cried in sorrow. Mother's money, wash off, and my beautiful T-shirt began to lose the color. That was my first piece of beautiful clothes, I was particularly impressed.
Recently our company to a batch red fabric, made nearly 50,000 in the beautiful canvas fabric. No matter the style or fabric are better than before, and I can think through what went through what is, but in my heart I was no longer the exciting feeling. If the pure water of the story once again shower-wet in the age of the heart.
No matter how many years he flies, and merely point the written, write hidden deep in my heart aroma story, must not forget those who walk in the past memories.