郑重声明：原创首发，文责自负。
There are songs that come free from the large and tall buildings of a number of cities, from the small and short cabins of a lot of harbors, From the simple and rough hutches of a thound countries. This is one of them.
On the evening of October 4, 2923, I was in a small theatre standing in front of the building that I lived in, accompanying my seventy-seven mother and the elder daughter watch a play which named The marriage of young blacky. I sat in a seat of the tenth row, my mother was on my right and my daughter was on my left. The actors acted very well, the story is lively and intresting. It lasted around an hour and a half, and ended at about nine o'clock.
I helped my mother move toward the entrance of the theatre initially before the crowd began to leave, my daughter followed us closely.
When we went out, we found heavy rain falling，then I opened a big umbrella that I brought from home proviciously, holding it over my mother's head, griping her left arm and helping her walk slowly on the lane. There was a lot of water flowing on it, water flowers splash ed up when we put our foot on it. my daughter and I wore the thick sole shoes, so the inside of them were kept dry, but my mother had thin sole shoes, so they were all wet. I consoled her to endure and hold on for a while.
The journey was not far，but we walked for a long time, I said to my mother constantly to be careful and move slowly, and told her not to be worried or hurried.
Though we walked hard, yet we get home safety and happily. In spite of my tired, I washed my mother. My daughter help her grandmother have a bottle of milk, and take care of her , putting her to sleep.
After finishing all these things , I stayed with my daughter in her bed for about half an hour , talking about her life, about her job, about her husband , about her little cats and our lovely dog , about the plan of having a baby.
Some time just after midnight , both of us said good night one another, feeling tired but happy and content .
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