Shen Nong is also love

Shen Nong is also silent love

Chaos is not open in all things first, you just multiply the transfer of a human generation seed, Dead Poets Society as early as the occasion seems to already spraying, green shoots of life abundant, full-bodied warmth of the mother about the creeping of germination, learn from my mother the essence of the growth.
One day, you grow up, grow into a jade tree man, you will get rid of the parents of the sanctuary, looking for life they want to protect expectations.
You have young once, have had their own proprietary secret, locked away. In your eyes, deep down below, and soaked the girls destiny Huaichun feelings. Passion, if the fire blazing, the most burning, the most beautiful red, as if the sun forever, for you to stay in your sparkling eyes, her bright red of Chun Pan.
When you love a woman, in the delivery room for the beautiful new life as a butterfly cocoon of the moment, tear bear the pain alone, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, and all are as if none of your business.
In fact, you also have the joy of his young and bewildered, you also have to select the name of a dictionary search of the stubborn and insist that you in the delivery room and then a cigarette a cigarette outside the anxious and hovering, perhaps, there is little to notice.
Looking back, the years of conversion, this world changes, street life in the street at the end of the road, only to observe that you shoulder the burden of responsibility, can not be measured, but not detailed, even if the weight of the world hold the other end of the scale, but also can not balance its heavy.
You have to work hard, regardless of whether they love; your daily life to take care of his family, maintaining a happy complete home, let your wives and children can freely enjoy their grandchildren.
Because the "mother" has been "kind", so "parent" to be "strict." The joy of your hand to create the Kingdom, their silence is often only in the side and can not wait to enter; because you are the father, you will destroy the whole atmosphere of harsh.
You have no choice but to do a good father, it is your responsibility and your right. When your children as Qingfen like flowers, stars as bright when you hold them in my arms, like the mountains of the small lake. Is not necessarily to teach children to walk you, "held high," the always you; Every time your parents will not necessarily have the time bad boy bully children, roaring sound that you go out the door.
Imperceptibly among the children learned from you what responsibility, what is to rely on, know at any time, there is always at the back of the body, a good man is not nothing, he is very specific, ready-made templates to follow.
As a father, you must love your children, you need not only obligations but also because thicker than water, they had unknowingly become your love of the pull, the heart is out.
You have to imagine their future, do you all to help them achieve, like chest With towering trees that gardeners treat their little seedlings.
But have you ever know? In fact, a tree will not be willing gardener pruning, always will be repeated after pruning, tree branches will be several fresh marks of their own, resentment, hate many things that a gardener. The silence of the mountain you, but also who is going to tell the heart to identify with the pain it? !
For the love of the silence, you must always go hard, to work on. The love you, deep and strong, marathon runners and endurance, how can you compare, but just the mere tens of kilometers, but you are far-ranging life of distant time. You come all the way to overcoming all obstacles, feet Lek with blood, even scarred, but we can only hurt and pain buried in the hearts of a corner.
Sink in the life of the Yangtze River, you have to transform himself into a boat, crossing the children safe and off; filled the rain blurred, you have to come forward to make umbrellas, made available for a small piece of sky. Even if you already exhausting, who can for you to build a Yellow Brick Road?
You'll have small, doomed to ordinary, can not guarantee that children can reach a happy green. The silence of your love, magic can only last for wings, carrying children, flying toward their long-awaited dream home. Perhaps, eventually, you will lose them.
Children, is most concerned about in this lifetime, and they made the early life and production, all throughout your entire memory. Migration time was too cruel, stroke, stroke over the years has been the hand of your face, and left an indelible mark road.
You will be? You be the one holding his daughter married into the hall, and she was handed over to the New World people; you will get married after his son, alone in front of the TV waiting for their occasional calls.
Perhaps just a turn of the moment, you will suddenly find that your most beloved little baby has a head taller than you, and are impatient to fly thousands of miles into the sky outside.
In this way, you have the whole world, are walk away, and you can no longer avoid the old, like stone in the peas, crushed to pieces by time, only a few residues, but still will all my love, are transformed into pure soy milk Gan.
Love your children, silent as a mountain, plain like water, you love a clean outlines of the paradise, you want to landscape around the dependencies between heaven and earth, planted saplings Yi Keke and watch them grow day by day ... ... Now, those trees have grown up to become useful, and that dark green shade of a tree as cover, in the children's life, thus thoroughly enveloped, the implication of the family's warmth, affection forever!