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First Love

Although I don’t agree with the old saying that marriage is the grave of love, if a friend asks if marriage is your first love, I keep silent, even for several days, I felt depressed because of this sentence, and my first love became a difficult knot. What a beautiful age it is at the age of sixteen. Seeing the middle school students walking in groups of people on and off duty, there is always a slight admiration in my heart. These happy boys and girls remind me of the years I have gone through. In those intense exams and passionate days on the playground, I think of the sunny spring. I remember when I was in senior high school, I saw the notice on the small blackboard with my own name in the reception room. I was at a loss like a disaster. I peeped around and put it into my pocket in panic. I was nervous about a class time, like like a thief. It was an age of serious and melodramatic combination. The lush youth, like pressing under a big stone, moved away and quietly heard the slight sigh. In these young years, the enthusiastic and persistent gaze of boys and the shy and dodging eyes of girls reveal their hopes and dreams. That is the dream of our age! In a drizzle spring, I happened to meet a classmate in middle school on the road, who was already a middle-aged man with successful career, steady, mature and still handsome. When talking about the past years, the perfect time, a distant past, pure and beautiful first encounter, filled with emotions, suddenly, he paused, looked at me seriously and said: Do you know, I once had a crush on you. I was shocked and murmured: I really don’t know. For a boy, the first love of life conveys how much hope and ambition he has, and for a girl, how much rosy fantasy he has carried, we don’t know who has placed the future on us, who knows how many colorful dreams we weave on them? Once there was such a memory, there was a green green land left in my heart, which made each other become wisteria silent in that green land, wrapped quietly in the regretless youth. Anyway, this is also love! For life, for beauty, for the future. Give the young heart unreal and endless reverie! Look back Autumn Water turned has for several years! Time is a thick and light landscape painting, while first love is the purest point in the pen, which is gently blooming in the long river of time. Even though life is erratic, the first love is always a piece of fine rain, bit by bit, Ling Ling Ting Ting, accompanying you all the life. First love is as beautiful as it is! [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Such as water

[Introduction] So, I bought the lilac, the white clove, the flower crown full of trees, the white clove in bud, in fact, my plot of clove is far more from the rain Lane, but more from Tang Lei’s lilac and the sad story behind lilac. Dai Wangshu’s rain Lane is a dream of love. A clove-like girl, holding an umbrella, disappeared from the end of the rain Lane with a sigh. The sigh in the rain Lane made us remember that clove-like girl. Clove? What a beautiful and bitter Flower should it be? Since I was young, I have special feelings for flowers, especially for clove-like girls like rain Lane. I also have special feelings for Clove. Therefore, there are many varieties of clove in my family. The only thing I lack is a white lilac. I have also sought it, but I don’t know whether the fate has not arrived or other reasons, I have never met my wish. This Sunday, the weather is very bad, very dull. His son went out for fun, then he led him out of the house. In a deep alley, there were various shops on both sides of the road, and the passers-by were very crowded. An old man with white hair sat beside the road and buried himself in reading a book. In front of his feet, there were various kinds of Chinese herbal medicines, among which two pots of flowers caught my attention. They were two pots of white lilacs which were in bud, the clusters of flowers and bones were swaying gently against the slightly cold spring breeze. My heart was suddenly attracted by it, as if this flower was specially waiting for me. Everything was so natural! Therefore, I bought the lilac, the white lilac, the tree crown and the white lilac in bud. In fact, my plot of lilac is far more than the rain Lane. What’s more, the lilac originated from Tang Lei, and the sad story behind lilac. I always mistakenly thought that I was the lilac girl, it is also like the girl in the story behind lilac. The difference is that I am very lucky. After walking through that deep lane full of sadness and pain, I finally walked out of that long sigh. Dai Wangshu couldn’t find a rain Lane wandering in love for a long time, or even a swaying rain wire, so he woven a rain lane that made men of a century romantic together, saying it was romantic, more is sad and beautiful. That sigh was a shackle that many women couldn’t walk out, and I am the first one. I just held the pot of lilac and took my son’s immature hands shuttling back and forth on the bustling road. Through many eyes, most passers-by stared at me. At this time, I think I am beautiful and elegant, because when people look at me, it is the beautiful and bitter lilac in my arms. I am happy. I rendered my happiness to the lilac in my arms. The flower is swaying in the wind. If the flower also has spirituality, I believe it is also happy, because it brings people great reverie and beauty. Remember Dai Wangshu, remember a dream, remember me, remember a woman like water! [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…