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White Gril

2019-02-05  本文已影响10人  昆悠

Who call me?

It's my mother,my father,or some other people?

She turn his back,look around.

There's no person around her.

But what's the voice come from?

She don't know,surrounding things don't know,either.

Oh,the stars lighted brightly in the dark sky.

It's so beautiful,but lonely.

Oh,they are becoming more and more shining.

Oh,it's magic.He open down her eyes.

And open them again.

Her mother,father are siting on it.

“Mama,daddy,why are you siting there?”

There's a silence between them,A few moment later,they……

At this moment,she has died,so peacefully.

She go to the heaven to meet her parents.

They all happy.

With the wind,has gone.

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