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拳擊愛好者 | 8th May 2017 | Room For Qian Qian | (1 Reads)
The sun shone magnificently on the green trees, just as if it would have said, “You shall no longer be sorrowful,John! Do you see how a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy guts beautifully blue the sky is? Your father is up there, and prays to the Father of all that it may be always well with you.”
“I will always be good,” said John, “then I shall go to heaven to my father; and what joy that will be when we see each other again! How much I shall then have to tell him! And he will show me so many things, and explain to me so much of the glories of heaven, just as he taught me here on earth. Oh , how joyful that will be!”
He pictured that to himself so plainly, that he smiled, while the tears were still rolling down his cheeks. The little birds sat up in the chestnut trees, and twittered, “Tweet-weet! Tweet-weet!”They were joyful and merry, though they had been at the burying, but they knew quite well that the dead man was now in heaven; that he had wings, far larger and more beautiful than theirs; that he was now happy, because he had been a good man upon earth, and they were glad at it. John saw howtrees out into the world, and he felt inclined to fly too. But first he cut out a great cross of wood to put on his father's grave; and when he brought it there in the evening the grave was decked with sand and flowers; strangers had done this, for they were all very fond of the good father who was now dead.