Wednesday, March 20, 2013

A riddle

Today I present you a riddle.
This is quite a simple one. I heard about it at noon broadcasting in elementary school. I do not know who created the riddle. I heard the question only, so I have not been told about the true answer, but I am confident about my own answer.
I will arrange the riddle, into English version.

She was my mother, a true beauty.
Every day he loved her and took good care of her.
End of summer, she died. He wept so heavily.
Damn it! At last he buried me alive!

So, who am I?

If you know the answer, please don’t write it clearly, for other visitors.

Actually, I think this riddle is not suitable for children. What did the speaker think at this time, it is another riddle.

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