We just don't remember our mother. Or, Oriole Mavisin front of our needs, we let the mother back, and then back.

Mother, you never remember what you ask for. The days passed, children generation generation, who knows the filial piety to you? You are there, as if you will never grow old, never ill, always strong, you will always be able to stand up there and never fall down.

Your whirling green, however, had been savagely stripped, you fresh body was savagely cutting, purify your body from hereenexad to toe is dirty smelly things stacked with. This is what you called the children to do, is to call you "mother" of the children to do.

Silence, silence, silence of the mother to suppress the deep pain.

Unfilial children! The source of our filial piety seems to have dried up, our one of the children couldn't remember the mother the, and she also did not stop the life, and she has been scarred, have internal organ failure, but we can't remember her, we only remember their own pleasure, she threw the far behind the.

When we first think areenexbout our "mother", then go to the fun of it!