laitimes

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

author:Gusu Ajiao

The heaviness of middle-aged people has countless propositions,

There is "oppression" up and down, and there is no "choice" before and after.

Old Mr. Liu Yuxi said with a heart:

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I have said that autumn is better than spring dynasty.

Look at everything from a different perspective,

You can exchange it for light and heat in life.

You may not recognize me, but the soul recognizes the soul.

Then arrogantly fiddle with the pleasures of middle-aged people!

Ah, the days come and go like a gust of wind,

Go to work, pick up the baby, buy vegetables to go...

I'm a Ranger in the City

The grassland is hidden in the heart, and the wind can be born under the feet!

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Moving like a rabbit is no longer working, quiet as a virgin can be executed from time to time.

I also have my quiet little time,

Smoke a cigarette, watch a ball game, drink two sips of wine,

There are hills in the chest and boats in the belly.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

The wife is right about everything!

Family atmosphere I decide,

Will practice internal skills diligently,

Do not fight back, scold and do not return the mouth.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

People in the rivers and lakes, there are mops on their shoulders,

A spoonful of a pot in the world,

Indestructible, invincible,

The trivialities of life are carried down with the strength of one,

I only wish that my wife is like a jade, and my daughter is like a flower.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

The subjects that must be had on the weekend can not be less,

It's just that some of the brain shell hurts...

I'm grandpa,

I will speak out, and I will do what I do!

It's just that there are still some brain shell pains...

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

A wife and daughter returned to their mother's house,

There is a long holiday time to squander at will,

It is a great joy in life.

Empty the soul, relax the body,

My time I was "decadent"...

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Want

They're right about "greasy middle-aged people.",

This is evidenced by the increasingly sparse scalp.

My happiness fat is real,

This is evidenced by the belly that covers the tip of the toe.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Walk twice on the trail,

Although the feet and fingertips have long been facing each other,

But they've always been one,

I fiddle with them, and I go with the flow.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely,

I say that autumn is better than spring.

Weekday weekend housework,

In exchange for today's flat step!

This hill is mine,

That cloud is mine too!

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

The soul tells the body that there is also a shared pleasure:

Open up a pure land, keep time and shade in leisure,

Burning incense, boiling tea, listening to Sanskrit sounds...

The wind is shaking its leaves,

I'm fiddling with my pleasure.

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Youth has the untraceability of youth,

Middle age also has the depth of middle age.

I see the spirit of youth,

I rejoice in the waves of middle age,

Life, there is nothing to start again,

As long as you have grassland in your heart,

Large belly poop can also have the heart of a wild horse.

Everything rejoices and looks,

They all have a lovely life.

The pictures and texts are all original by Agio, and the source is indicated by the forwarding. Please contact us for business.

WeChat public number: Agioman life

Posts are updated synchronously

The wind was shaking its leaves, and I was fiddling with my pleasure

Read on