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Tracy days of long-Pan raises in the wind, the skin becomes dark, and striking for the mountains, a pair of pupil of the eye, such as crystal clear and bright. Natural long and keep her and teach her, for others lively, everywhere is like as a matter of small mammals. Who was so well-behaved, such as the mountain yellow, like deer, and never thought of cruel things, never to worry about, never angry. Usually in the case of a stranger on a ferry some attention to her when he leaves, bare eyes stared at the stranger,作成Jieke proudly fled into the hills at any time of the air, but it does recognize the human heart inorganic later, on and from leisurely play in the water's edge of the.

Lao Chuanfu Rain or shine, will keep the bow. It was the transition, they slightly bent, hands geo-cited bamboo rope, the boat had crossed the stream. Sometimes, tired, lying asleep imkye rocks, and people waving shouting Gean transition, Tracy let his grandfather got up and jumped off the boat to go, very agile for his grandfather to passers-by through the river, and all are slip brush in OK, never makes a botch. And grandfather, and sometimes with yellow-dog on board, the transition and grandfather with hands-on, close to the shore boat, his grandfather being greeted guests: "slowly, slowly," when, it would only be yellow-dog mouth rope, the first jump The last, and just like to know how to party for the due diligence of mine, tight mouth, the tug boat rope Long shore.

Wind Day Seiwa weather, no transition to idle all day long, his grandfather sat with Tracy large rock in front of the sun. Or to a wood to the water from a height shuffled around Soushi around yellow-dog from a height of rock plunged back into the title of wood. Tracy Zhang are with the yellow-dog, or the ears, listening to his grandfather say the war stories of the city many years ago. Or grandfather, both with Tracy, each to Kotake made into a clarinet, funny in the mouth to send woman blowing Bridal song. The transition of people came, Lao Chuanfu put down the bamboo alone now to the side of the boat to go Hengxi crossing the people at the rock on the one, when you see the boat starting, so sharp voice shouted:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, do you listen to me blow, you sing!"

Grandpa to the Creek Central will be very happy to sing together, fed from the voice of silence with the bamboo acoustic oscillations in the air, the river seems to have some fun. (Actually singing to recovery, but to make all of the more quiet with its position.)