There is a kind of love called brotherhood

Brother, just a name.

Brother, just a salutation.

But, my brother, how are you?

Brother, thinking of you, I think very politely, thinking of the days of working together with each other. Thinking that it is really the last steamed bun split in two, the last bite of the dish you push me to let. Thinking of having you I think there is a dependence, thinking of singing and shouting together on the street on a rainy night, wearing peanuts and rice together, drinking the days of my daughter's red, our days together, very long, very short, some are just endlessly reminiscent.

How many times have my brothers helped me to "tear up", but in exchange for the sentence you ignored: it is a brother!

A shout: Brother! Really worth a thousand words, sometimes really feel that this friendship is like a very romantic love, along the way, really from nothing in exchange for a glimmer of life, but born you are a wild horse, ordinary life can not feed you. You finally have a wild horse out of control and gallop around the world.

Brother, you left, you said, your heroism belongs to the sky, not to the earth, I chose a comfortable, habitual life, and you chose the gallop you wanted.

When you pack your bags and leave in a heroic way, I know that the farewell drink is the best testimony of our brotherhood, it is a drunken wine.

Sending farewell to brothers, you can only say goodbye in your memories, but miss your brothers, and have been looking forward to your arrival... No matter how far away from the land tens of thousands of miles, brother, all right, thank you!