Under a pine tree, my mother and I often come here to dinner, talk, talk about life and the things that happened before. As time goes by, slowly tall pines, our relationship is getting closer and closer. In a dinner, I learned that the mother will die soon. My mother and I discussed his treatment options, but can not help. We only use a longer time to accompany each other. After the mother died, our family dinner will still be sinking under the pine trees. Soon, his son told me he wanted to get married under the pines, I'm happy. I want my family life will be like as a continuation of pine continuously. And family to share this place with
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