intimacy

　　 On the road of life, kinship is the most lasting motivation, to selfless help rely; on the most lonely road, kinship is the truest companion, let the heart feel warm comfort; in the most helpless crossroads, kinship is a clear roadmap, guide the direction of success.

　　When the first trumpet of life blows, affection is swirling in the mother's eyes tears, is blooming on the father's face smile marks. Affection is the increase of white hair on the forehead of parents, is the parents' eyes unlimited care hope. Love, is the father's raised palms, trembling lips, and hate angry look; affection, is the mother burning tears, tender call, and warm comfortable embrace; affection simple, is a few branches to build a nest, no impurities, distance, hypocrisy, only the bloodline between each other silent mutual care.

　　The love is to visit and care when you are sick, to encourage and support when you are frustrated, and to drink when you get carried away. When you are a child, affection is to nurture the growth of milk; when you are an adult, affection is a shelter; when you are old, affection is the sunset comfort. The father's care, such as a gentle wind to lift the window screen; is the mother's advice, as if soft rain climbing on the windowsill. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual website.

　　There is a kind of love that cannot come back when it is late; there is a kind of love that cannot be traced when it is gone, and it is affection! From birth to understanding, to adulthood, it, has always been accompanied. When I was a child, I thought that sending a bottle of wine that my father loved was affection; when I was young, I thought that getting good grades to show my mother was affection; when I grew up, I realized that affection was when we said that we would take care of them for the rest of our lives, they still said stiffly; "Who cares?" Not rare? Yes, we do! Just as we are deeply grateful to them - that's kinship!

　　Affection, is fried rice, ordinary, soothing hunger; affection, is Kleenex, real, wipe away tears; affection, is boiled water, tasteless, quenching the flame; affection, is chewing gum, from thick to light, when you want to spit it out, you feel long; affection, is marshmallow, before the entrance, has melted the heart: affection, is roasted white, the longer the steam, the aroma is compelling; affection, is old wine, the longer the more mellow. The love, there is love steadfast, there is friendship for a long time, there is love friendship has never had: egg fried rice ordinary, Kleenex real, plain water tasteless, chewing gum lasting, marshmallow gentle. It is burned white, is old wine, and time is its best solidifying agent. People can not have love or friendship, but never less than family love. When I was a child, my family was a warm home where my father, mother, sisters, and I lived, and I lost rock-paper-scissors but I had to cheat and put a note on my father's face, and I regretted that I couldn't hold on to the beautiful meal my mother had made, and my father's terrible family law when I made a mistake. When you're a teenager, affection is the hard work of your parents for your children's schooling, the frost on your parents' faces filled with days of old age, and the hopeful, yet unwilling eyes; when you're an adult, affection is a valid ticket forever, a kite string that can never be cut, and a stamp that you can't worry about sending when you put on the envelope; later, affection is the "Come home often" touching.

　　Love is a lighthouse when you are lost, a soft bed when you are tired, medicine when you are injured, a hot tea when you are thirsty; it is the command of "no paper and pencil when we meet on the horse, and a message from you to report peace", the concern of "close sewing when you are on the way, and the fear of returning late", and It is the longing of "leaning against the window in the coming day, the cold plum with flowers", and the watchfulness of "the yellow leaves in the rain, the white head under the lamp" and "the beacon fire for three months, the letter from home for ten thousand gold". Affection, is a guitar slanting back, love to the depths, plucking the heartstrings; affection, is a hanging vine, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand; affection, is a string of keys hanging around the neck, open is a happy door and window. Affection, between the eyes, in the shallow smile, in the lyrical ditty.

　　Love is the story of Mulan's father; the story of Meng's mother who moved three times; the melody of Bing's second spring. There is no "white head and dead mandarin ducks", but also "the sunset speechless for the movement"; no "in the sky would like to make a bird, in the earth would like to be a branch" of the sea vows, but also "There is no such thing as "I wish to be like two willow trees in front of the door, the branches and leaves will never leave each other", but there is "I wish for a long life, a thousand miles together". "The silent wish of ...... in the face of failure and frustration, affection is the medicine to fill the lost heart, regroup, is courage; in the face of misunderstanding and hatred, affection is the cool water to quench the heart's anger, openly face, is optimistic; in the face of praise and flattery, affection is the cone, piercing the illusionary dream, and constantly enterprising, is the warning In the face of worries and sorrows, affection is a light breeze, blowing away the chaos of thoughts, peace, and relief, is the realm.

　　 Affection is the dew after the rain, nourishing the barren soil; affection is the rooster crowing at dawn, waking up the sleeping earth; affection is the boat in the sea, saving the struggling people; affection is the lonely light in the port, shining on the people returning to the ship; affection is the ancient post on the Yangguan Road, kind to the wanderers from afar. Affection is like medicine, healing wounds; affection is like wine, long healing fragrance; affection is like a shadow, with no regrets to follow; affection is like water, filtering the complexity; affection is like fire, calculating the angles; affection is poetry, arriving at the mood; affection is the eternal power of life!