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My daughter and I are anxiously waiting the arrived of a snow. The snow only turns up in her fairy tales and dreams. I always think so that: a girl can’t be the noblest princess if she never touched the real snow. I took her to the home of the snow just let her look at how the links of london necklacessnow dress up the earth as palaces, and how the girl was dressed as an angel. Because I can’t describe the snow clearly, so I bought her to the North, and she is eager to see the snow.
We were so excited when the snow flying in the air. It is so beautiful, light, elegant, pure, and addictive. Daughter stretched her palm, but soon she found that though our hands can catch the links of london storessnow, the snow can’t afford our love. Twinkling of an eye disappears without a trace.
My daughter didn’t close up her palms, she is still cling to accumulate the white snow, and she would to bring back to her mother’s grave to make a big Snowman. Daughter has not seen her mother, in the salemoment she was born, her mother then left us because of dystocia. As if all had the hunch. In my wife’s diary, I saw a letter and a snowflake charm”LINKSOFLONDON” that gives her child who will bear. She said that even if one day she passed away, her soul will still be the child’s side, spring morning, she is the first ray of a child kissing the cheek of the sun. in summer and that she was under the jewelleryshady tree. In autumn she will become a blossoming cloud. In winter, she would become a snowflake…
When my daughter asked me where her mother is, I told her that your mother left this world, but she also loves us. Dawn of spring, summer Lvyin, autumn clouds, winter, snow, these are your mother changed into, and she never left us, dear, remember my words. In the links charmsspring, as soon as the sun outcrop she wake up, she thought that was her mother; in the summer, she was always accustomed to do homework under the tree; in the fall, she was always in the window to see the clouds outside. I know she was in her own way in memory of her mother. But the winter, she could not find the links braceletlink with the mother, because the South there is no snow.
The next morning, daughter opened the door gently and walk cautiously as a line of small footprints. She said to me: “Daddy, down my footsteps, do not step on pain of the snow.”