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Years ago, it was fun

In the morning, on an empty street corner, a few people walked by, a big man in a cotton coat hurried by, and it could be seen that like me, it should also be a new year out of town, and I was thinking that I could not go home at such an old age, running outside, poor him. Only to see just out of the CCB he downstairs to buy grocery supermarket employees into a row of each person a thick red packet, enough to send twelve, look at his employees happy look, let me think of an idiom, do not close the mouth, primary school essay often used an idiom, has not understood what the picture, the original is this, just now I am still pitiful him, it seems that I am more worried, and then, he a gorgeous turn, on a two Mercedes-Benz big GLS, long and gone, trunk fat writhing look, look at it without looking, It must have been filled with New Year goods, and after a while, it disappeared into view, sorry, disturbed. It's nice to have a Mercedes.

The exhaust gas left by the Mercedes-Benz car has not completely dissipated, the temperature has risen quickly, and the sun will show a smile after a while, the sun, which is simply a luxurious reward for our medical staff who insist on sticking to the city, rewarding our perseverance, but also rewarding our obedience.

Years ago, it was fun

Taken with ping in the early morning of the previous year

The so-called knower who knows me means that I am worried, and the one who does not know me says what I want. At eight o'clock, Suiping sent a few photos of his hometown for the first time, he knew that I could not go back, he sent a few photos to comfort me, did not want to arouse my impulses, looking at the layers of yellow land, the fields and the snow in the ground were interesting, only I knew that the snow was under the frozen hard soil, and only in this way, there would be a good harvest in the next year, the snow protected the yellow land, the yellow land worried about the hearts of people like me in the distance, and people like me would always think of this place where the birds of the yellow did not In fact, there is a desert under the snow, and now, there is no one to cultivate the land, and the ability to cultivate the land is afraid that it will be lost.

Not proudly, at noon to pry open a bottle of old wine, drink two sips on the head, drink used to coarse grains, in the face of fine chaff but do not know how to enjoy, for me, pipe he Maotai, Wuliangye, and dozens of pieces of wine in fact there is no clear difference, which also indirectly shows that Changshan people are a rough man. Despite proudly drying good wine, for me, the color of wine is often there, and talent is not always there.

Years ago, it was fun

1573 feelings in 2007

The lunch dish is very hearty, Dongge began to prepare a few days ago, this year, I seem to have done nothing, of course, every year, I can't do anything, except drink wine and eat meat. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when I wrote an article, and I still hadn't shaved my beard, my face hadn't been washed, and the door hadn't come out, but on the edge of the balcony, I looked out the window like an old dog, and the only difference was that I didn't spit out my tongue.

Years ago, it was fun
Years ago, it was fun

At night, it is estimated that weChat blessings and red envelope wars, of course, relatives and friends to the son of the red packet, will be cut off by me, and then in the name of paying him tuition for me to change into wine and peanut rice money, this, the son is generous, never bothered with me, I also pretended to be a careless.

Jia sister and I am not the same, I like to be alone, like the deep mountains and old forests, like to live the life of the elderly, she likes to be lively, like fashion, like antiques, of course, women, must also be indispensable bags, so I do not want to go out with interest, obviously with her interest in buying bags will inevitably form a big conflict, this conflict to solve, is to buy bags, every time I always suffer a bitter melon face, she always smiles, until once I heard someone say, although women have a lot of bags, She still likes to buy bags, cheap and expensive she likes, this is nature, can not stop, rational can not, I am relieved. However, this year, I didn't buy anything, and I felt that our material desires were getting more and more degenerate.

One was not careful, it was dinner time again, and I would write it again and wish you a happy new year.