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November 10, 2007
From a place, i came. But the sad thing is that i can not see it in many fields, especially in some of the most important walks of life. May be, this is because of my fate.
There is a big shining star in the sky, when i see it, the rolling tears of mine are falling like a river. Oh, my dear mother, don't worry. How far i go, i be back to the place i belong.
There is a white cloud in the sky and i send letter to you by it and write all my best wishes to you, Oh my dear mother. wherever i go, i see you each and every single moment.
The summer rains fall with their own pleasant songs and cease all the sorrows. Oh, my dear mother, whenever come, i can hear your words of love.
Be happy and love your mother as "Mother is the dearest one in this world"
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