Hello my dear friends today I will share a blog.This is about our mother.It's not all about a blog, it's a true story.I wish this will touch your heart if you really love your mother too much.
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At 4 o'clock in the morning, a dream broke out. It was a dream of a dream to have a big nightmare. Since then, I did not sleep till the morning. I got a call from home in the morning, I have found auction. Everyone is good. It is calm, it seems that I have found the meaning of living. After a while, some thoughts like black cloud again pressed down on the head. Will you ever see such a nightmare when you want to talk to your mother again? With the body of my mother, I can not express my mind tirelessly. The smell of my body, listening to the sleeping stories, smiling, chattering, watching TV together, going for a trip, going home for her Take favorite food, nothing else will be done! When these things get cut into the body, the head is restless, everything comes as darkness. It does not want to believe everything. This mind is in truth. In reality, to believe in the absolute truth, only to find the meaning of living. If you want to keep the mind always covered with a false cover, then you can cover it. At some point of time it is a little bit worn out. Neither do I continue with this false assurance .
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