Langfang has cooled down in the past two days, and after my wife went out in the morning, she said it in 雨️ a micro-voice.
Close the headlines, climb out of bed and see, it's really overcast! From the gap in the tower, I saw that the sky was very overcast in the west.
No wonder my right leg knee hurt a little yesterday, and before 6 o'clock, I felt cool and swishing in a pair of autumn pants, so I quickly changed into the fleece loungewear I wore in winter.
I have a long history of arthritis in my right leg, which was the root of the disease in my junior year of high school.
In the spring of 1990, I ended my day school life and lived with a few classmates. The school dormitory is not enough, and it is close to the students from other towns and counties, and students like me, who are not far away, have to find their own way to live in the dormitory, and the school does not care.
My county No. 3 middle school is on the edge of the town, separated from a small village by a small river. It just so happened that one of my classmates lived opposite the school, and a few steps left after leaving the school gate was the new house that his family built for the eldest (that is, my classmate).
Just after the Qingming Festival, it was about this time that a few of our classmates lived in the east house of his house, when the ground in the house was still land, and the walls had not been scraped white, which belonged to the rough house.
I always felt that my knees hurt when I lived in my classmates in the spring of that year, maybe it was a new house, and it was spring, and it was too cloudy, and my knees were broken.
Now my right leg knee has such a function: I can predict the weather, and I can know in advance that it will rain on a cloudy day, which is more accurate than Song Yingjie's report. I remember the most powerful time was when my parents were still there, when I went back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I sat on the edge of the kang for more than 20 minutes, and my right leg couldn't bend back, stiffness and pain, and I needed to cover my knees with my hands, and I could walk around on the ground when I covered the heat.
I didn't want to talk about going to the hospital for so many years, and I heard that it didn't work, so be it!
When it comes to chronic diseases like arthritis, I think of my chemistry teacher when I was in my third year of junior high school. Less than 30 years old, tall and thin, a little handsome. I can't see anything wrong with him in the warm season, he is alive and well, and he loves to play basketball. When autumn comes, the cool breeze is together, and at the end of October, you will see a figure wearing cotton pants walking in a strange posture on the campus of that township. The cotton pants are home-made, very thick, so thick that it is difficult to bend the knee joint, like two thick chopsticks moving forward. We were always happy in chemistry class in the winter, because he was always late and left early, leaving enough time for himself to move to the office.