the national day let me remeber some thing , this thing in my heart is no important ago, 

now i very afraid  forget this thing  when my father left this world , now i write this some thing to miss my father.

I grow up in little village, about  50 people in village, is very beautiful village , rememberin childhood my father take me and my little sister to city in national day, city everything is very beautiful and fresh ,just know  what is supermarket, what is telephone ,what is TV ,what is car.......  everytime  let me and my little sister learning many thing , thank my father . but village othe childen is always  stop  home because  to city need some money .

one day, i left in supermarket , but i do not cry, because my father tell  me do not move, father can find you.