Great difficulty heading for dofus buy spring, but is still poured out of rain, as people blame uncomfortable. Shame that the score last semester, the total entangled in my side, as did the end of the rain, people very dofus kama straightforward. Who gave birth to the fruits of spring, the germination of hope? I see it just to know mildew. "Go school, or have to be late." Separated from the mother is always dofus kamas nagging about "Get the Umbrella, Man about to rain Yehao deal." I look at days, no rain in the shade of. What did the rain with kamas de dofus an umbrella! I grabbed the bag to run out. On the road has been Mende Huang, unable to explain why. Who knows, the innocent began to rain, but harder and harder, like a stomach bitter water to pour until the school did not stop. Students have the rain gear large, are gone. I am the only one who leaned against the window, watching kamas the gray rain curtain, bored counting the drops of water fall from the roof. Finally, the rain more. So, I decided the rain washed back. "Perhaps my life is like that ups and downs, never sunny." Kicking a small stone street, I think. Drift in the face of rain, cool to chill, revealed a point, perhaps this is a spring. I think of his more than a sigh. Students and teachers frequently go out into the cold sweep slower to catch me achat dofus the scene, I found myself distracted them. Suddenly it stopped raining. Hui Guoshen children looked and saw his mother, his hand holding an umbrella: "Do not let the rain." Immediately hand touched my shoulder, watching the rain did not wet. Perhaps it is really wet, the mother handing me to let me put on sweaters. "No wet", I was insistent. "Quick put, do not think I'm fine now, ill're in trouble." My Prayer looked up and found the mother more white hair, the amount of the addition of a few international wrinkles. I am speechless, quietly took the arm was still caught in the mother's body temperature with her sweater and put on. Mother looked at me, it seems to say something, I noticed that umbrella crooked over to my side, mother half of the body has Linzhao Yu. I head down, walking slowly with his mother, just a flash of that scene Astral lovers'blog out, I saw the mother of the wrinkles on a rain swept traces; I saw the mother's spine is no longer so tall and straight. Suddenly feeling, I feel the burden of heavy, ardent hope that the mother ah. Mother, ah, the wind and rain you tenacious struggle, shift the pain of my love, I hold up one side for the skies ... ... to create a warm nest with the mother, not feel my mind to round the sun, spreading a bright road, it seems Thomas strongly call me: leave of warm nest, the expedition. Do not see the sun because the refuse into the spring. Yes, leave of warm nest to the hearts of the sun in clear skies for the motherly love, rainy days, snow does not matter. Under clear skies in the motherly love, fear of wind, frost, rain and snow, how could I do.zfm