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i can't remember the last time i played on your knees.i can't remember the last time i cried in your arms as a kid.i can't remember the last time i shared my school life with you.i can't remember the last time you spanked me.....when i realise that,oh,i found i am already an adult and sine then i found your grey hair.|
last evening, spring rain arrived in Beijing.i strolled in the rain with a friend.people hold umbrellas red,green,yellow,purple ,colorful like flowers in spring.then memory came into my mind.a decade ago,a severe drought hit my hometown in spring.grass was sere,field opened eager mouth for water.people lined up for puddles,then poured it into a container.everyday my parents would keep a big bottle of water from surface of the container.i wound drink the most clean water everyday.
finally,the rain arrived.we all came out and raised head,felt the feeling when rain pat on face.we smell the fresh air from sky.we screamed in rain,we sang for rain,we danced along wind.pop hold me on his shoulder,mom hold my hands with smile.that day mom didn't blame for playing in rain.
those days,we laugh wildly.
it's time to pick up phone to call parents.this time i won't repeat those same sentences,i will tell them i am still a kid,thier little kid,the little kid that can tell them everyting,the little kid who need them,the little kid who love them.