There is no trace of the time. When we look back and look through our hearts, there is always a section of memory that leaves deep marks in our lives. We cannot forget that when we pick it up, there is a long absence in my heart. Impulse, this is moving...
I remember moving around in my life. When I was tired, my parents gave you a glass of milk. When I was frustrated, my friend's voice was moved. When I was in pain, the teacher listened to you and I was moved...
When I was young, I didn't know what was moving. I just liked to rely on my mother's arms and enjoy that warmth but I didn't forget to kiss my mother's face. When I walked, my parents took my hand and gave me a support. In their arms, enjoy the unique world that they gave me ... I do not know what Mom and Dad think, I just feel very happy, maybe happiness is the source of moving it!

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