make up classes. Especially in the winter night

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That son jumped in front of us came to, day after day, year after year, the children grown up. People always say: Hey, that child is taller, more and more like a big boy. In our eyes, after all, young children, to grow into a big boy, still early! However,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the son entered puberty, but had to let us impressively. I saw he had a circle on the lips thin hair, Adam's apple is also clearly visible, the sound becomes thick and foolish, Zhayi talk us a fright. Milk and milk sound of the past that look like long ago without a trace gas. Just over sixteen years old, height to sneaked into one meter eighty, especially those big feet, thick and long, have been wearing the shoes forty-four yards. Now,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to his son a pair of shoes has become a difficult task.
general, I entered the shoe store,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is always the first to run counter to the special type of shoes, no special type of shoe does not go in the shop altogether. Sometimes pick to seize and feel right, and back to his son a try, is often not lost smaller. Son is busy learning, but also did not have time to go with me, so, in order to buy a pair of shoes, usually run several times, and when the right time to buy a pair of shoes his son, I always used to holding the boat in general TV drama shoes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], slowly appreciate, I would like to thank these shoes ah! It is very flexible bottom, side to help moderate flexible, lightweight and strong. Wearing his son's feet, carrying him this high-spirited young men, walked him a solid pace.
son of a simple character from childhood, never required to wear high price of clothes and shoes. Ago, elementary school through uncles who wears the clothes, the shoes are often picked up Banjiu to wear. Son of small to large, wearing shoes, sports shoes, plastic sandals, and never wear shoes. Because feet wide and thick, wearing only shoes are lightweight, breathable and comfortable.
year old son when the meat had little feet of the Dun Dun. Her grandmother always side Mosa Zhao, aside and said: a pair of small feet with milk. He was a few months, I touched his little feet, as he wrote a poem to the board in the local newspaper. I sighed and said: strong, and heels are also slowly
bear calluses on the bottom of his shoes, from soft to hard bottom,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], from thin to large and hypertrophy. Throughout the year, more than a dozen spring, you figure,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a full section to fill the shoe store counters. I bought the shoe store again and again, again and again squatted in front of him put his son, and then, again like his vigorous figure wearing new shoes. I sensed this strong and flexible two-shoes, have become emboldened in life to his son, with his growth from year to year. Entered primary school, I often took his chubby little hands, sent him to the school gate, the second grade, he will be able to independently back and forth. Into the junior high school, the son of the academic task more arduous, starting from the third day, in addition to the normal school day, but often go out at night, make up classes. Especially in the winter night, snow and cold weather often, the son is always a person round trip. I stood at the door, often watching his son Kazakhstan with heat, fast walking in the night to come home, my heart feeling of sympathy and affection often students. Stepped forward, quickly took his son by the hand, cold air, he went so far as palms go, fever, sweating of the feet. A whole winter, and only two pairs of large shoes, to accompany him through several months of Hei Road.
later, with his strength, his son walked into the City, focused on high school entrance, feet and more lenient. Forty-four yards not to buy more shoes. Fortunately, he never pursued the brand and fashion, a pair of sturdy shoes are sufficient. Suddenly, his son up to the sophomore, the increasingly heavy burden of learning. I think, to a mighty force in single day, or in his countless days in the future, but also brought his son's shoes to take a more difficult road.
In fact, life is not that a difficult and meaningful way? Son's shoes will always be willing to accompany him a solid pace, crossed various obstacles during life, has been forward. Previous: Do not hurt people - I see the Wei Xiaobao Next: my virginity complex

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.