Wake up on a rainy morning
XiaomiwithRice
Millet attracts me with its golden color.
The rice is glutinous and white ** for me.
My days are among rice and millet.
It's a mere pass.
It's flat and old.
Millet is an upgraded version of Xiaomi.
The cake which is fried with boiled cake.
Send me unforgettable.
Glutinous rice is an upgraded version of rice.
Sticky cake with a soft and sticky texture.
Give me a soft spot.
In my ordinary life, there are more adjectives.
I'm a mediocre old, and I'm more comfortable and content.
Wake up on a rainy morning
Wake up on a rainy morning
I remembered Zhang Ailing's famous saying.
The sound of the rain was murmuring, like living by a stream, preferred.
It rains every day, thinking you don't come because it's raining. ”
Last night, I fell asleep listening to "Little Reunion".
As a result, there was rain at night, echoing the famous quote.
This morning rain is excellent.
It's worth listening to in silence.
I really want to expand some beautiful sentences about the sound of rain.
It's just that I don't have the talent of Zhang Shi.
The window was opened and some raindrops were collected.
The feeling of coolness refreshes the heart.
When the hand touches the paper again.
The sound of rain creeping in.
I imitated some Zhang-style sentences for me.
Ecstatic, I looked fondly at the breakfast.
Wait
You must wait for me! ”
Heart-rending seven words.
The sharp angle that she misses.
Stretched into an obtuse angle of longing.
When her anticipation boiled into a flat angle.
Waiting for the letter of his marriage came.
I'm married, don't wait for me. ”
Nine words in a fluttering voice.
Sums up her more than five years of waiting.
In the next year, she chose someone to marry.
lived the life of a farmer with sons and daughters.
The spring sun in the afternoon is lazy.
The wife asked her cautiously.
Have you waited for such a person, do you regret it? ”
She removed the shepherd's cabbage from the soil and dried the leaves.
After waiting for that time, the heart will die, and the heart will die, and I will live with you steadily. ”
My wife didn't speak again, and came over to choose shepherd's cabbage.
Bread of the soul
1.It was ripe in the morning, and it grew into noon.
At noon, it was ripe, and it was old and dusk.
Dusk was ripe, and sleep became night.
I wake up early and pick up morning talk.
2.Two beautiful wine glasses.
We got together after the New Year.
They are on a whim.
I played a game of punching.
The red cup lost twice.
The Blue Cup lost three times.
Shake hands and play the second game.
Hahaha, the Blue Cup won three times.
Hahaha, the red cup won twice.
3.You say that you only read one short article today.
There is language flour in the short text.
Have a soft heart.
There is also a golden epidermis.
I said, "Is this not the bread of the soul?"
4.Spring rain is a magic hand.
The winter wheat she has taken care of will return to green.
The land she has taken care of will be rich in grass.
The river she swept through would be three points clearer.
The spring sun will bless her in the valley she blows.
Spring rain has a wonderful eye.
The lakes she had read about were connected by clear waters.
The flowers and trees she read about will compete with each other to bud.
The leeks she has seen are worth more.
The spinach she's seen is delicious and has gone up.