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Today, I was on the bus, and a middle-aged woman stood beside me. When I saw her for the first time by accident, I thought gently in my mind. Deja vu. When I heard her first sentence, I tried to recall it instinctively. More familiar. Original true. The last time I saw her, I saw her on the bus. Things happened a few months ago. So I sighed that the world is huge but really small. Two people who had nothing to do with each other would meet so unexpectedly. In a glimpse, a shallow edge is engraved. Why can’t we meet the person we want to meet even if we search hard and spend all our lives. Once upon a time, I threw away many thoughts and loved each other in the wind and rain, and walked alone and empty in the crowd every day. I tried my best to find no similar breath or heartbeat. Some people say goodbye casually and then they really disappear. The sky is very thin, the clouds are very thick, and the tile blue sky is like the color of a boat stranded by the sea. It seems to find someone to watch the scenery together after work. Looking at the lake full of colors and occasional waves, with golden light, you patted my shoulder in surprise; Looking at the sunset and dusk, the vicissitudes of the world are really prosperous background, when you look at the horizon, you just sigh slightly without talking to me; When you see the flowers blooming and falling, the clouds rolling and the clouds rolling, the imprint of time flies, we are in the coffee shop where the sunshine is drifting away. I used to think that I would always stay beside her, but now they have dispersed in the vast crowd. If you haven’t finished some stories, forget it. Those moods have been hard to distinguish between true and false in the years. 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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Cold food flavor during Qingming Festival, Qingshan mirror water meson push. How much sea heaven, Chinese people Nianzu send back. Although I wrote poems for the sake of public space, I knew there were still many words to say, but I just didn’t know how to express them, but this year’s Qingming Festival really made me depressed. Before the Tomb-Sweeping Day, some people in the Nature Poetry Society sent poems early, and the works of anger also took the lead. After that, he wrote poems, but he was always unhappy and didn’t get any secret. Finally, I came back to the reality, took care of myself, and managed the artistic conception I pursued. I really don’t want to write poems. When I got home, my family had a senior three girl, so I found a book “Where is the beauty” written by an Yiru, and recommended it to me. Mom, most of the books written by an Yiru studied classics and had my own opinions. But I was also attracted by the fresh and beautiful words, and unconsciously forgot the time. It can be said that the three-day leave is released in advance, so when it comes to Qingming Festival, my daughter will start school in the afternoon, and it is natural for her father to go back to see her mother alone. When I came back, it was very late. Looking at the big and small bags, I didn’t smile. It turned out that the grandmother of the child had packed the yuan in her hometown and put them in the refrigerator for a long time. Some of the yuan were turned into stones, there are also two bags of pancakes, one bag of egg cakes, a generation of naked oats cakes, and another box of eggs. I was about to sigh the warmth of my mother-in-law, but my husband frowned and kept complaining: nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do, really nothing to do, I also bought glutinous rice bread and round seeds, I don’t know when to pack them, keep it frozen in the refrigerator! You want to spread the cake, here. Throw it on the table. Hearing this, I hurried to order the dumplings, but at first glance, each of them was as big as duck eggs. I really didn’t know how to order them well. I poured boiling water into the pot and rested one by one. The pot was not big, it will be full after five or six, but if you want to divide two pots, no one will eat it, just boil it in one pot. After cooking half of it, the problem came. Although it kept stirring, it still stung the bottom of the pot, reluctantly shouting: how can it be considered ripe? How can I be familiar with it? You look. My husband saw it, and quickly divided two pots, complaining angrily, it was another pot! I was extremely reluctant to listen to him, knowing that he was always talking endlessly. I kept silent and just hid aside. Looking back, I think my husband must be tired. After watching TV for a while, I felt dry mouth and tongue, so I wanted to drink some soup, so I went to the kitchen to watch it again. There was a lot of soup, but I couldn’t see the shape of the round. A bowl of three or four is very full, just spread the cake, but found some shallots with roots, don’t want to eat, but there is no better seasoning, pick out the shallots, continue to eat, full of scallion Kong-style. Looking at the eggs that had not been eaten before and the newly brought eggs piled up together, I thought that I must go back next Qingming Festival. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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…