Last night, I had a few drinks with a few friends and family members, and we remembered the people we **** with the same thoughts. The time has passed so long, think of the original unceremonious goodbye, the heart is still so painful. Nearly 12 o'clock wine and meat full of people scattered, the dog and I stepped in the bright moonlight from that delicious hand-meat restaurant all the way home to stroke the stomach.
On the night of July 14th, I had a night of many dreams without remembering a single clear scene. Woke up at five in the morning, just fell asleep at six and woke up again, and slept until seven, eight in the morning, and woke up from the intoxication, open the window, hold a cup of warm boiled water, stood in front of the window, quietly listening to the window sparse raindrops fall down, playing in the window on the begonias, thoughts but in the years gone by overlooking to pick up the bits and pieces of that never far away from the ......
The first time I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital, I've been to the hospital. In the morning light of thin twilight, tearful eyes, the back of the loved ones gradually far away. But their faces and smiles, always in a certain detail, welling up in the heart, sent us sheepish thoughts!
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After breakfast, I finished the study of "Study Stronger" and "Law Xuan Online", cleaned the house, and watched Xiao Hong's "The Field of Life and Death". After lunch, take a nap, and then wake up in the afternoon and read it again on the pillow. Although I do not like Xiao Hong this person, but her description of the rural areas of the Northeast full of local flavor of prose novels are fond of. Read many times "life and death" and "cattle car", still told by her those stories of life and death touched by her description of the unique scenery intoxicated. In fact, describing the works of local flavor, I prefer Shen Congwen, in his pen, to show us a pure and beautiful Xiangxi, he used the hometown of the ethereal, pure, beautiful to resist the drifting life of the hustle and bustle, impatience and helplessness, so that people read up the body and mind, Xiao Hong's works, inevitably heavy, but suitable for today's holiday to revisit, the hardships of those who were born, perseverance and touched.
An afternoon in bed reading, a day did not go downstairs, the holidays always make people become more slack and lazy.
Sitting on the bed, looking out the window at the warm and quiet autumn sunshine, far blue sky, I think, the day before yesterday, burned those paper money, relatives must have received it? Just like the mother in front of the grave recited: receive the money of the July Festival, it is time to buy winter thick clothes!
After dinner, touching the waist of the fat naan side meat, looking at the light under the body of the huge shadow area cast by the chubby, decided to go to the square near the home to run, to the square but then followed the group or familiar or unfamiliar big sister and big woman dancing square dance.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of my life, and I had a lot of time on my hands and knees.
nIn fact, each of our final destination, are a shovelful of soil. All the people in the life of the road queue, the role of the doctor, is to prevent people from plugging the queue, from time to time to carry people out of the queue, to the back of a row, and occasionally not carry, can only be by him to go!
People to middle age, we have to eat less meat, more exercise, or the doctor can not carry.
Tonight, let's all light a lamp to illuminate the road home for our loved ones. May the loved ones in heaven always be safe and warm, and may we all be safe on earth.