It's always hard to be sick, no matter what it is.
People are always arrogant and arrogant when they are alive, when you tell a person who eats hycephaly, don't overeat, otherwise you will suffer from blood pressure and lipids when you are older.
When you tell a person who is snuggling on the sofa and swiping his mobile phone, you have to exercise, otherwise when you get older, sub-health will appear, even if there is no major illness, minor illness will continue.
You may be suffering from illness when you say these words, but these troubles of yours will never be a lesson for others.
No one will listen to persuasion, and some people will think that you are making a fuss and being alarmist. There is no such thing as empathy, but only by experiencing it can we experience it firsthand.
At that time, Mingyue said that the lesson we have learned from history is that we have never learned a lesson from history.
That's right, from the day of the birth of human beings, generation after generation will appear such a scene, the predecessors tell the descendants their own lessons, the descendants listen to it as a joke, when the descendants become the predecessors and continue to tell the new descendants, the new descendants continue to listen to it as a joke, and so on generation after generation, there is no limit to it.
Then those of us who are deeply afflicted by illness will quietly watch the flow of time, watch the sun rise in the east, the bright moon sinking in the west, watch the flowing water at the bridgehead, and see the mountains and the sea of clouds.
No matter how painful it is, you must be calm and calm.
Since I got off work yesterday afternoon, I have been telling myself this, but at this moment, an ancient person keeps coming to my mind, that is, the character of the Three Kingdoms who was defeated in the Battle of Chibi.
A poet, a military strategist, a generation of heroes, a man who laughs like a stupid fork in the runaway.
Needless to say, I can guess who this cow is, that is, he clicked Hua Tuo, if Hua Tuo does not die, he can pass on the medical skills of the world, maybe he can solve my pain today.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but call the name of this ancient person in my heart again.
A thousand years later, a great lyricist wrote lyrics for this person, the past is more than a thousand years, Wei Wu whipped a whip, there is a posthumous article in the east of Jieshi, and the bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed.
Atmosphere!It's still very painful, it's very troublesome, it seems that I don't have the potential to become a hero, and the pain is unbearable at all.
From the moment I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel good for a moment.
Waking up at 5 a.m., getting up at 7 a.m., not going to work, such a day does not bring peace, but makes people panic, yes, it is tiring to go to work, if not, it will be another kind of tiredness, a kind of tiredness with tears.
I only drank a bowl of millet glutinous rice porridge for breakfast, plus an egg, although the ingredients in the porridge are very rich, there are roasted red dates from Xinjiang, lotus seeds from Fujian, iron stick yam tablets from Huaiqing Mansion, tangerine peel silk from Zhongjing Health Fang, and chestnuts that I don't know if they are produced in the supermarket with a bad taste.
Why do you have to explain the origin, as well as the source, so that it looks high-level, more professional, and will increase the impression score.
I was uncomfortable in the morning, hungry before noon, and suddenly discovered an eternal truth, eating less, hungry fast, and never accepting refutations.
Lunch starts before 11 o'clock, as long as I am at home, I usually make my own breakfast, because I feel that it is more delicious to eat with my own participation in the diet, because every piece of cabbage is cleaned, every knife falls, every grain of millet, rice, every red date, lotus seed, every piece of dried yam has been touched by my golden finger, which is not advanced, but we just think it is quite advanced.
Yes, I feel that everything, in life, is a kind of consciousness.
Just like some people think my daily diary is boring, some people think it's okay, and even someone asked me to teach him how to record life, but I rejected it, because my writing style is completely unorganized, in the words of a friend, this is called stream of consciousness, in fact, I think it should be called unconscious stream, it is all subconscious flow of words.
But it must not be simply called obscene.
The steamed buns, cabbage, eggs, and porridge at noon did not last until dinner, but they still started to prepare in advance, and they practiced a set Xi of vajra skills before preparing dinner.
For dinner, I ate half a steamed bun, a bowl of fried cabbage, and a bowl of millet glutinous rice porridge, which contained red dates, lotus seeds, dried yams, dried lilies, tangerine peel, and white lentils.
The white lentils are roasted, a little overdone, but fortunately they are not roasted much, and the next time they are roasted at 150 degrees for 10 minutes, it will be fine.
In addition, when cooking, the skin must be peeled, otherwise it will not be cooked thoroughly.
The processing of ingredients is very important, and today friends left a message saying that the dried yam they bought is difficult to cook, it can't be cooked thoroughly, it's very hard, and it's not glutinous at all. First of all, I have to congratulate this friend for buying a real dried yam with iron sticks, because the yam itself is relatively hard, and it is more solid after being dried into yams, which is not possessed by ordinary yams.
When cooking porridge, be sure to break the dried yam into small pieces, or mash it, and cook it for a longer time, so that the porridge cooked out is very Harasao, very roaring, very good, and wonderful.