In 1991, my family didn't have any crops, and I was still playing in the mud in the paddy field next door, forgetting how dirty I was, and I couldn't remember whether I was scolded when I got home.
At that time, it was a bit difficult at home, and I didn't understand what it was like to secretly shed tears. On the sunny side, my mother leveled the field with a rake, and the rain had stopped for a long time.
I didn't know that a balloon could only be sold for two cents, so I secretly took a pack and gave it to my partner. In the evening, it was a little difficult for the cheek raiser to speak, so he forgot to beat me and took him to draw moxibustion circles.
I have never thought about this, often going to the thorny road in the middle of the night, and turning around. The barefoot doctor's eyes are still incomplete, and he is still turning in his dreams.
One day I came home and found that you were gone, lying there, unable to listen to my million in ten years. Sometimes I can't believe you, it's better to make fewer jokes, and the curtains are rolled up, and the smell of smoke is gone.
The grievances in the past are nothing, and those tears seem a little sour. also laughed at how he didn't fight for a little anger, gritted his teeth and finished his third year of high school. I don't want to mention the rest of the story, but it's also a bit of a snippet together.
Sometimes the breeze, three or three, listens to your disdainful majesty. I know what you're talking about, and what I seem to lack of responsibility. No one seems to be able to tell me what I should do if I have 70 dollars left with my train ticket?
Years have passed, and the promises made have been with you, and the heavens are on their side. Back there, the other half you look down on. I wanted to say that it wasn't suitable for here, and I couldn't realize those places, so I didn't want to tell you, for fear that my cub would be on the side.
In 2019, half of the crops were harvested in drought, and looking at the golden cancan on the keyboard, I couldn't help but comfort him that life would be better and not face it.
Another year passed, and the rice was still in the field, so I asked a table of people to help harvest it for two days. The scythe that has passed away has long since become not so fast, and even if it is sharpened again, only love remains.
Thinking about the past, surrounded by the city, and the river across Hong Kong. No one was nostalgic before leaving, and it was clean and gone, just because I didn't come.
Some people's decadence is not tired, but unwillingness that can't be let go. It took about a year, trying to forget, but there was always a dream that broke you in.
Don't look at the fact that I didn't say anything before, and I didn't explain before leaving, but there was something that involved me. A lot of things I never thought about it, and it happened slowly, and the wine hidden in the corner didn't want me to sober up and begin to understand.
Holding the second baby in his arms, he caught a cold, carefully coaxed him to sleep, let him close his mouth and breathe slowly, and the cough would be better.
Listening to a song made me cry, and then I thought about it a lot.
I don't know how long it took, and a "husband" broke me. Holding his son in his arms, he wanted to hide secretly, and then go to sleep.