The undulating rotation of the hand.
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A shrill whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise.
I don't know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Until then, until this time
I realized what had happened.
Wave of farewell
Will take the station away.
Beijing is at my feet.
Move slowly
I waved to Beijing again.
Trying to grab her by the collar.
Then affectionately shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing.
Finally caught something.
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go.
Because this is my Beijing.
This is my last trip to Beijing.
196865438+February 20th.
Said by: the poem of forefinger.
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