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they said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and said so little, but that every word is like a moment of blooming roses,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], gorgeous too shocking, inspiring and glamorous too. Although there are thorns.

an old song, recall early days. Years such as water, overflowing the memory door. However, from the moment you begin to remember, the time to stop there, by the indefinite extension of the youth, at that moment an abrupt end.

simple,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pure, very Hong Kong. Pictures, music, deeply nostalgic and compassion, gently people. Love, a little subtlety, but Sentimental, sweet, sad; family, as always, warm, pure and honest enough to arouse the collective memory of a generation. Life, reveals a tough, good news, there is music, there are sad.

she said: The two brothers head a person in possession of a foot care, always live. Grandma says: If you are willing to give up the most precious things, all thrown into the sea of bitterness, and bring Oliver to fill, to be reunited and relatives. However, are there so many things we can not resist, such as typhoons, such as diseases, such as ubiquitous, can get out of the press. However, when the two ran into the sea, leaving his treasures have loved the Magic Cup, like Goku, even goldfish bowl, he still only directed at the boundless sea shouted: come, what you want me to steal? Because until the end of life, still, as always, continues. Luo was still Who cry out do not let them rush days, the tough battle, the years stolen, after all, to be stolen. Alive, so why go against it and time?

story is very simple. Hong Kong sixties, shoemaker Luo family of four, in the end of the street shoes for a living. Lo good skill shoes, Luo Taitai virtuous competent; eldest son into a high academic achievers, champion of the Games, the family's hopes, but also the pride of the whole street; two small sons unruly nature,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], notoriously naughty Tricky ... ... a family struggling to survive, but enjoyable.

a pure first love, against the heavy rain storm in Hong Kong, more of a potential nightmare long - into a hair away of leukemia, the average family in the serene happiness of fragmented ... & hellip ;
brother said: nothing in this world is always effective. Brother said: Some things never forget the. Once, he always thought he was her prince, even though his home is only a one must pay close attention to the typhoon to the roof of the house can not collapse, but his high academic achievers, he told her many, many new things, he can enjoy the scenery on the podium to accept her appreciation and admiration in the eyes. But everything was so easily destroyed. When he brought the most beloved fish, With sweet hopes, to her love, the beautiful fish tank, those beautiful and expensive tropical fish and ruthlessly crushed his confidence. Luxury villas to his back and his brisk pace to become heavy. Suddenly, the years stole his simple and worry-free. He decided to leave her.

quirky children, caps with the gold fish tank full of fantasy, pretending to travel in space. The juvenile tone crisp bright and clean, sentimental clutching your hand and tell you to look back look back.
father said: shoes, half the word difficult. Mom said: hard shoes half word, half of the good ah. Dad said: shoes, half the word is difficult Ye Hao, Jia Ye Hao half, life always before. Mom said: a man, but believing! But believe in? Believe in fate, love letters, or letters themselves? Believe in fate? What fate is unknown god? Since the unknown, believe it or not and why not? Believe the situation? Number of vows , earth-shattering situation, in the vastness of years, annihilation. Believe in yourself? Lo good skill, but shoes, not even eat a moon cake the son of a dream can not be achieved; further so smart and motivated can be lying in bed, but can not call repeatedly in a glass of water.

years we have been stolen, but not steal the years, so only the years of slowly flowing river. The warmth of family,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], love of beauty, and fragility of life, become strong and reason for optimism.

(Editor: Mou Xin Yuan)
yellowed texture. Old alleys, crowded the narrow store, the poor bustle for a living ... ... the film
we used to believe things are difficult, reap; Letter to the final result, there is hard work tomorrow. However,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], this answer is not necessarily the years, and often give us the opposite answer. That Kiyotoshi good brother is dead, good hard-working father died, the poor are still poor Luo. They are so hard, but still helpless. So, Luo Taitai for stormy However, still have to believe. Further said that there are two rainbow sky, though not seen, but always there. Video to the end, two rainbows appeared in the sky at last, but he could not see.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.