In the past, there were hurricanes that broke the thatched huts, and the scholars sang - there were tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world were happy. Such a man with lofty ideals may be a prophet of communism!
When I was studying, it was rare to say that the weather forecast was accurate. Let's say it's raining, and tomorrow the sun will be coaxing, the rain gear will be thrown away, the cotton clothes will be hung on the tree, and the little baby pond will be in the middle of the river. Then, after a few more days of rambling, I swear to tell you that it will be 30 degrees at dawn. Everyone happily welcomed the sunny day, short sleeves, drying grain, catching yellow eels, as a result, it was really a big shelter, how could there be the sun, the pouring rain did not stop, my millet, the sun did not dry the water, but this dog's day is the buds are long and the leaves are green, really her mother's bad.
With a flick of a finger. Gone are the days of drooling barefoot barefoot and bare-bottomed patches and lazars, and now they are oily, bacon and sausages. Time is a pig-killing knife, and wrinkles are annual rings.
It's only been a few days of warm sunny days, like sweat and sweat like summer, and then there is a huge drop in temperature, from 27 degrees the day before yesterday to 0 degrees tomorrow, this roller coaster has a huge drop, three days to play four seasons, down heart disease. Such a legend, I'm afraid I dare to say it in **!
The current weather forecast is not the story of the past, and the conversation is more accurate and there is progress.
The economy is sluggish, physical stores are frustrated, there are few streets and alleys, and they are closed and open every month. Sigh, everything grows, but I don't make progress, and every step is difficult. The green becomes wormwood, and all diseases are eliminated!