Smoking is a great way to make people addicted to tobacco. It's not that you have to smoke, but if you don't smoke for a while, it's not natural, just like the feeling you get when you are turned off and unplugged from the Internet when you're having a good time.
Pull out a cigarette, leisurely put on the mouth. Then pulling out a moorhead matchbook, he took out a match and flicked it to light the cigarette. One hand to block the wind, one hand to take the match, mouth holding a cigarette deep inhalation, smoke. The match is not yet extinguished, shaking hard, and then put out the match is still smoking under the nose, smell that phosphorus burned out the flavor, the feeling of pleasure may be better than a cigarette.
Why Smoking
Light a cigarette, inhale y, let the smoke down the throat into the lungs, and then slowly spit it out through the nostrils. Imagine the feeling, it must be a pleasure.
Like the hot summer, thirst after a bowl of sweet well water, water down the blood vessels instantly moisturize every cell, that is a beautiful feeling. I have seen a friend smoking, no matter when and where as long as there is free time to always have to light a. He is so comfortable. He smoked is so comfortable, every suck he closed his eyes and head slightly shaking, as if drinking like a drunken non-drunken precisely the feeling of intoxication.
Every mouthful is enjoyable, see I sometimes want to light one to feel that kind of happiness. There is also a kind of cigarette smoking full of melancholy and burning sadness. Summer nights, a small square, people in the square dance song accompanied by or leisurely walk, or flowers before the moon, or dance in a corner, a middle-aged uncle sitting there one after another smoking cigarettes.
He smoked so hard that he seemed to want to finish a cigarette in one mouthful. His upper and lower teeth were clenched tightly on the end of the cigarette, as if he was afraid of being snatched away. His eyes were wide open, staring at one without blinking. In his hand, he held the cigarette case, which was already half gone, and was still refilling the soon-to-be-extinguished cigarette. Each puff was inhaled into his lungs, not wanting to exhale again.
Suddenly, he took the cigarette in his mouth and covered his face with both hands. The last cigarette burned out and he turned toward the alley. I walked into the ground where he was smoking and took a look, 20 cigarettes was only a few more. Each cigarette was deep teeth marks.