One year

By daikuanfuwu

    Time in the afternoon, the father in the yard to teach our understanding of medicinal plants, herbs are familiar with each of the origin, shape and pharmacological effects. I hope that we can learn from the father of medicine, doctors can do in the future.

   However, we do not like a few, though not mind that, in order not disappointed father, his father taught serious, or very hard. But later, older sister and I really learned the doctors, nurses made a sister, although I have a medical school, eventually diverted to other duties, does not meet the wishes of his father. Here, I live all day long and happy life, enjoy nature, plants, green, brought about by the warm sunshine.

   One year, my father is sick, usually looked at the health of his father seriously ill suddenly, we are very worried. In the years to come, the father often the disease, we often fear, I will not see him on the scared to death, looking around. How I wish his father as they used to live in a healthy manner ah! The courtyard of his father’s no longer care, the growing depression, the mother has been taken into account by the often find a remedy, they quickly tried to let his father, in the end, his father was gone, I cry Tianhundian, I know that in the future Days, you can not see a father figure. 
In the absence of his father’s day, we finished on a number of brothers and sisters, participated in the work of a mother who lives in the empty courtyard, the old guard, watch over the green house, waiting for a distant thoughts as the mother … … Like his father before, carefully operates in the yard of all, old and slowly growing old together. Finally one day, we have to convince the mother moved into town, a large old houses have been locked in a heavy lock, lock my happy childhood days, the father locked the warm love. 
Now, back to old, all have good memories no longer exists, only the memory space, or a warm green!study in china learn mandarin Chinese Language

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