Summer, the rain gently long lavished on earth. So soft and gentle, cool. The sky clouds wearing light black clothes, covered the sun. A drop, two drops, three drops, in the rain with an umbrella, the rain against the fall on the umbrella, striking out a note.

Shore, the wind blows the hair, Liu to the mirror, the intermittent rain, moisten the skin, drunk it atrial. I do not know when, Liu if that cute little girl, to the stream, over and over again the breakdown of life.


Rain accompanied by wind, blowing not gentle. When Liu was a small long leaves of the trees can not afford, "in that how warm and cold spring, with its moisture sweet tears, wash away the dust in the willow branches scars; it lovey-dovey life tears watering willow dry roots; use it long's selfless tears wetting willow growing heart.

Month by month and year by year, years passed, the rain of Liu's affection, Liu is in your mind? See if you can sense the rain that motherly love and gentleness? Spring, the rain came, quietly with suckling its milk is still in its infancy in the willow. In the world, is it not the case?

The baby was lying in bed, curled up, sleep sweet. Not for a moment, his eyes slowly open, hands clenched into a fist position, body slightly shaking, open tender small mouth, Yiyi ya like to cry. Mother baby sounds awakened, naturally opened clothes, revealing a breast, adequate milk, make breast like a towering mountains, towering white leather, nipple, sleek "mountain", turning to the "mountain" difficult coax baby, hands to tear her clothes, when the hands touch the mother's breast, small mouth touch the mother's nipple, delicious milk from the mother's body, to the baby's body, I do not know that eating milk and again a sleeping baby mother could feel to it no regrets, affection and deep love?