marlll on the moon

The vast smoke clouds into the sky, Yao Zhi Yunxia wandering home.
Autumn Harvest is a year, who still dream flower.
1, and his son autumn Bank of China
You must peer with his father, in the autumn you? You may have to drop it into a brewing for some good memories.
That year, my first year, with his father in the shuttle's numerous schools and home life, I was most memorable in the early autumn
Morning.
That morning from his father a bit too late, I naturally also played late, because my father is my alarm clock, I call him up. My father
From the screw on the bed, told me to put on a fast to wash clothes. Just finished face on the bag had been placed in my back and then his father's large hand holding my hand a small
Starting in the autumn wind up in the swing, and I like the way his father to go to school. Go for a while, take a look at his father table, says that he has to be even faster, or no later than
By and large and small hand in hand together to speed up the swing speed. Go for a while, a gust of wind will be blowing in the face of dust on the floor, I said to my father at the same time
Turned back. The wind just stopped, his father made on the password: "looking forward, running away." Uneven for a while ran the footsteps forward. Running a small
, With the wind and dust lie. The father did not look back, but who told me to squat: "Ma, the victory of the revolution or not on this one
Of. "Jumped into my father's back, hands held on to his shoulder, the head firmly attached to his back, the wind is no longer possible to attack me, and the father Cezhao