Back forgotten memories

Hearing such a whine was really horrible, but also for regret. Wolves lived together and their hearts were pitiful. Animals could still be like this. They spared no effort for the Wolf clan and the gathering of wolves, and do whatever it takes to nurture the legacy. However, in such a big family of human beings, how to inherit and reproduce his descendants. In the natural forest, birds sing with birds, trees speak with trees, streams have watershed in the stream, and wolves cry again and again in the echo of the valley, what was the wound that made the wolf roar so mournfully? Was it because he was for the dead wolf child, his wife, or even his similar ethnic group. It is said that wolves are the animals that live together in groups. In many reports about wolves and legends about cultural relics publicity, they are also proved in this way. On the branches, birds chirped. Birds and Wolves were originally a forest farm where they were born together, but when they heard the howling of wolves, it seemed that they were singing leisurely and joyfully like people who were fine. The clear spring beside the trees was dancing softly, the pebbles beside the stream still showed mottled bulges. Banderui’s pure flute was still circling over the whole wilderness forest. Kid, my baby, where have you been? You let your mother find you for a good life; Son, where have you been? You let your mother find you again and again; Son, my baby, where on earth have you been, don’t let mom look for you again and again with painstaking efforts, tearing the soul of people, boiling her heart and tears on her face, wet the clothes and sweat permeated the back, but it was hard to find the return of the soul. Ah, where am I? She suddenly woke up, with a sweaty shirt back and a tight waist. She brushed it with her hands, until she got the child who was still sleeping deep in the dream, she suddenly woke up and screamed, my child, he is here. At this time, she turned on the desk lamp on the head of the bed with her hand, and stared at it again. The baby who was still sleeping soundly, her round little face, showed the rudeness of powder puff, and his little fleshy hands, thick webbed fingertips, which were unusually solid and cute. At this time, she couldn’t help sighing a little bit, and took a corner of the quilt for the child carefully, following his arm, then he gently covered his quilt. At this time, she was able to turn off the light and lie down peacefully, ready to fall asleep peacefully. But at this time, she was awakened by the disturbance of her dream, but it was hard to bridge her eyes and fall asleep again and again. What appeared in front of my eyes were all the flickering figures in my dreams. One scene after another, one scene after another, which was always frightening but disturbing, I can’t help thinking about it in my heart. The shadow I searched in my dream went through streets and streets, asked a pedestrian and a passerby, checked a store and then entered a store, she kept looking at whether she had seen it. My child was the one who was asked by my child. She shook her head constantly. No one had ever seen the low-pitched whisper, no one has ever seen your child, but she still does not lose it over and over again. She is not willing to look for it again and again, walking and screaming the child, my child, where did you go? Children, my children, my baby, where have you been? Come out quickly, let mom have a look again, naughty you may be out of her sincerity, or because of her sincerity, unremitting efforts and heart, she moved God’s pity and finally found her child in a small shop. Her child was originally sent to a friend’s shop by her, but when she took a nap, she forgot the memory of returning because she was lost outside.

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