Tag: 宝山按摩QN


san yue

Those people, those things, those shallow memories at the end of the month, I went home with uneasy mood. Half because of work, half because of the restless soul. When I arrived home, it was already late. My father looked at me without saying anything and smoked cheap cigarettes silently. My mother said in the first sentence, “my child, you have lost weight, is it not good to live outside? At the same time, I forced myself to turn twice in front of my mother and said with a smile: No! Feel good. My mother smiled and turned to the kitchen to prepare meals for me. Putting down my luggage, I came to my father, handed him a cigarette and said: I will leave tomorrow morning. My father turned around and looked at me doubtfully: why is it so fast? Not much live a few days? I whispered: too late, I will talk about it later when I have time. This dinner was not very pleasant. I lay in bed at nine o’clock and didn’t fall asleep until one o’clock. I woke up in the morning, and the clear air stimulated my breath. There is a slight fragrance of flowers. For a moment, I was still wondering what kind of smell permeated the air of the whole country? I began to understand the taste at the same time, so I quickly dressed and came outside the door. It was also at that moment that I saw the ocean of flowers. Last night, maybe it was because of poor sight, maybe it was because I didn’t care in a hurry. At this moment, the golden rape flowers in front of me seemed to bloom overnight, presenting in front of me. That feeling is no less than the feeling of seeing the sea. I have been thinking about it for six years, but I haven’t seen this scene for six years. I closed my eyes and imagined that the sea of flowers in front of me evolved into golden clouds appearing in the beautiful mountain stream. There are streams, birds, bees, and songs in childhood. In childhood, I lived in the sea of flowers every year. At that time, they ran after Butterflies without any filters, or used glass bottles to catch bees collecting flowers and honey. I will also hate this boring flower fragrance. Only after I got used to seeing the wine, green and red reinforced concrete did I know how beautiful and drunk the scene was. Now I am like a guest from afar. Appreciating a master’s oil painting, the splashing golden oil painting occupied most of the vision. This masterpiece may come out of nature, and there is nothing more realistic than this. Soberly in the raindrops, I didn’t know when the sky began to rain. I suddenly remembered a poem I had read when I was a child: spring rain is as expensive as oil, and old farmers hope for a good harvest. Fall down County bachelor, laugh silly a flock of cattle. My father made breakfast for me and woke me up in my dream. At the same time, I also prepared a traveling bag for me. Think about my parents, just like the golden rape flowers, which bloom in every season and every step of my journey. The spring rain of came a little late, and I was on the long-distance bus to Mianyang when the rain blurred my sight. The scenery outside the window turned into intermittent melancholy. I couldn’t see the golden sea of flowers clearly, the cottage in the country clearly, and I could only see the sadness of the people who left the country full of cars. I felt the chill coming again and at the same time I wrapped my thin coat tightly. I don’t know when the guests who are far away will return to Huahai? When to home? 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…