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I still remember my brother's wedding day, the palace decorated, red hi infiltrating the entire word Zhaizi, driving all the previous death of stuffy atmosphere. Dressed in a red robe with the body, and older brother have a dignified appearance to the door holding his wife, wearing a phoenix peony ignited like pomegranate tassels Luoqun. It was the father
illnesses and joyous wedding.
father's illness is still a daily weight down, and her mother up and become bitter, not only harsh to ask his wife the night of medicine or even snapped at me and brother will be reprimanded. Until my father passed away, brother and went straight away, please adjust any of the family have a little rest.
rest, that rest is the sister of Tolerance in return.
order to supplement the family income, his wife day and night, weaving in the loom room, and I were ordered to stay in the room to recite his mother throat! Mother rest in the afternoon only by the occasion, I was able to sneak to the sister of the window, listening to his wife Qianyindichang.
Xi of Xi, Xi in the city of Que. One day not seeing, such as the March Come ... ... smile. In my eyes, like a floating crane that under the mundane, the title element woven feathers.
factors, the most exquisite raw silk, as the sister-in water like snow in the mind.
her love Elder Brother, I know, this song reveals bright and sad melody weaving thoughts filled the whole room, and if returned to his brother left that night, voice must, Only intermittent Youyan.

hall,herve leger outlet, I was kneeling with his wife along the ground.
mother attachment cane, looking dignified rebuke said: bad with these folk songs to teach children you sister!
his wife kneeling on the side quietly, eyes closed. I do not know her, has suffered a number of the next cane. Tears poured out of my eyes, had such a gentle mother is Xianshu, the vicissitudes of the family is now out of her torture, so terrible, she is ... ... or she also has numbness in the heavy chain-like ritual, from obedience to the helm, a step by step toward hideous!

his wife or be sent back to her family. Yan makeup wearing clothes of mourning her, solemnly farewell to his mother, and then set foot on the way home. Costa Rica is also dismay, six months to go home once he walked into the house, turned out to be shocking to see the scene. Demand facing a number of his mother, kneeling may swollen knees, debate was hoarse throat.
However, the mother said nothing.
do when traveling slowly, step by step should be a heavy rhythm.
Ewha rain looked like a brother sister, said: ; his wife sighed, shook his head: br> long weary hands, two conditions with the willows.

the next nine, when women go out they can get together is. If I am about to see his wife under the willow. Lanterns, glass glory was actually under the same good face is so badly distressed gaunt, blue Luoqun the breeze in the breeze and light due to large swing-up, seems powerless crane wings.
I just hesitated and did not know how to begin.
strong sister laughed, took my hand and asked with concern:

I do not know how to answer, the mother is still angry, and his brother began to become more depressed, home, a pool of silence.
Syria with his wife gently mind; ... ...
love, can not be as successful as the magnolia flower in full bloom and beautiful, so they go beyond their own suffering and Cuizhe, becoming a legend. Because the mother's stubborn and authoritarian, all the good and the twist that it would have been happy.
moonset, some thicker clouds. Costa Rica at the moment will stand at the door so I went back, said the current situation with his sister.
me what to say?

wedding night, I encouraged my brother to see his wife one side, to save room for a hint of Hebei.
take care of his wife casually with its shallow, the familiar clip-clop Yinger, her eyes flash of light. Day and night of the figure drew near, near the ... ... However, each other's hearts so far away.
embedded in the door where his wife, saying softly: Luoqun red, loud, halting all the way to tell that to the words. In future, the future home ... ... more vain, right? gift to a scar.

Later, urban human said, the bride has not jumped off into the blue pool. And brother, the night of hanging in the court of the tree.
heard my mother cry day rush to the funeral speech, I was suffused with nausea. The exception of the cool white of the paper money looked curled up under the bright yellow of the fire. Life, but so weak, and love, hard to die.
Finally, they were buried in the one place, the tomb next to two leaves, leaves of traffic, and this double cleansing the soul, into a pair of peacocks, flew Haijiaotianya.
Motherhood, five miles of a wandering.