Tofu Mail

It’s not a big deal to go out without an umbrella on this rainy day. Low-key. Low-key something. Someone straightened me up directly, darling, it seemed that I stepped on something soft just now. I have to beg quickly, er, master …… he smiled, oh, it’s you. Is I am me. And doing went. What can I do? How can I never see my advantages in your eyes. You still have advantages, Hey Hey, you didn’t play tricks on the kitchen last time……. Hehe, but you are my [shareholder]. He gave me a cigarette with a fake smile, lit it, took a deep breath and spit it out easily. He asked me calmly, why did you come here. I said I would go to Nanwan. Then I asked him, then what are you doing here. Oh, I just got off the class and bought some dishes with the foreman to go back, just a phone call, it is said that a colleague who has been pressed off one finger has a work injury and needs him to go back to improve the information first. Oh, then you have a good relationship with your Foreman. He took a short time to look at it and said, “Don’t be loquacious. Then I opened the big black plastic bags on the ground, picked out small bags of plastic bags one by one from the inside, and asked me to take a small black plastic bag and said, “Take this tofu to my house when you go to Nanwan. I am very surprised, why not take it away together. He took a deep cigarette again. This was the foreman’s dish. He asked me to go back to dinner with him. If I couldn’t come back, I had to help him take it to his house first. I took the tofu left and right. The tofu is out of shape. He also smiled bitterly and said, “your masterpiece. Who wants you to put it on the ground. He packed up small bags of plastic bags one by one and lifted them up, leaving two big characters below, the forbidden area. I suddenly heard a buzzing sound, took out ten yuan and said, “Why don’t you buy another tofu for the foreman with this money. He said, what a big deal! Don’t waste time. I’ll buy it myself. You can also send the tofu to my home quickly. I have time. Don’t you talk nonsense, ………. a red motorcycle is here for our conversation. Hey, what is Xiaowei doing. Oh, where did Dawei die these days. Fuck, curse me. It’s not good for me. He picked up a big black plastic bag and inserted a sentence. He was originally a heartless guy. We smiled at each other. He waved his hand to us and left. I also got on Dawei’s motorcycle and covered my raincoat. He said, why don’t you bring an umbrella on this rainy day? I said, if you wear it, it won’t be a trouble now. He waved his head, and you said that. I just laugh. We went through the streets and lanes. It was not a long time since it rained less. Well, just send it here, I said to Dawei. Come to my house tomorrow night, let’s have a drink. Dawei looked at me, added the accelerator and drove away. We two who and who ah, I muttered. But the most important thing now is how can I send this tofu. Now it’s just dinner time, even if you have money, you can’t buy it. He crustily knocked on the door, ah, sister-in-law. At home, this is your tofu. Unexpectedly, his wife took the tofu calmly with a kind smile. She came in and sat down before eating. Let’s have a meal together when your brother comes back. Oh, no need, sister-in-law. I met my brother just now. Besides, I have something to do now. That’s it. I’ll go first. OK. His wife took tofu and closed the door. I am always a little uneasy. I remember that she used to pay attention to the food [bad buds]. I have never been guilty for this matter. In the future, I knew that his wife really didn’t blame him. I asked him what was going on. Brother just smiled lightly, maybe it’s just a habit. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

The red note is graceful, missing and dying

The tassels of the world of mortals, the years shake, people come and go, day after day, along the graceful words, all the way, walk into the Memory Garden of birds and flowers, the melodious fragrance of ink around the heart, through the Millennium wind and dust, and finger, dancing. I looked through the window and thought, with a touch of tenderness, exiled on the beach of words, run away in the boundless dream sea, better than countless spring flowers and autumn moon; Better than countless pledges of love, my mother-in-law was in such a romantic mood, layered. In life, there are many helpless passing by; There are many casual tenderness; There are many pleasant and beautiful encounters; There are many touching and sad encounters, acquaintances, acquaintances and separation. The happiness that once belonged to the Ferris wheel; The promise of everlasting, revealing sweetness, revealing light and shallow sweetness, has been spreading freely and gently in the bridge of heart, singing softly. In the confusion of fleeting years, I gently use my pleasant pupil and sincere expectation. However, there is only the distance of a flower, only the time of turning around, just because of the process of waving my hand, we are already passing by hurriedly, gradually, far and near; Gradually, shallow; Gradually, light; Gradually, far, far away —— deep or shallow feelings, have not had time to cover the footprints when they came, have not lingered, have vanished into smoke. Once, what do you expect? Once, what do you yearn? It doesn’t matter anymore, but we can’t care about it. Really, we have to make ourselves recall sadness with one hand, wander melancholy with the other hand, bit by bit, Drops of water pierced through stones, flowing into a vast ocean, Heart waves like tides rising and falling, sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes magnificent. The tired heart wept bitterly, left and got rid of it, but could not let go from beginning to end. The Stubborn Love put himself down in the midnight infected by plague, accompanying the lonely night together with Lan Shan. You go further and further, taking away my warm spring flowers, my warm smile like sunshine, the dribs and drabs in the world of mortals, walking in the gradually distant memories, no one can say for sure, who is right or who is wrong? My heart was hurt and painful. I just wanted to let myself cry bitterly with a heavy rain. Maybe this is the scenery I passed by, or maybe this is my own story? Who can be free from a hint of sorrow? I really want to drive you out of the sky of my dream, but the shackles of missing have imprisoned me for too long, how many times, my heart painfully stroked the windowsill of my dream, the swaying wind chimes still can’t change your looking back. With the silence in the deep of the season, let the tenderness of ten fingers spread quietly and stop in the red notes and ink fragrance, thoughts like flowers bloom in the darkness before dawn, and indulged in unbridled intoxication in midnight. Who would like to put the missing in the lines of poetry that nobody cares about, and take out the romantic legend? And I just want to listen to the sea and write poems alone in the days when flowers are red and willows are green, let my imagination fly and let my thoughts run and jump. How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been begging for five hundred years in front of the Buddha, asking the Buddha to let us have a relationship, so the Buddha turned me into a tree, grow on the road you must pass. Xi Murong’s poems weave my dream for a long time, an inch of lovesickness and a miss. I gently fold the missing from the end of the world into countless paper cranes, waiting sincerely, innocent as a girl with an oiled paper umbrella in the alley in the south of the Yangtze River, sad as lilac. In the dream, it coincides with the blooming of flowers, the slight misty rain, and a curtain of thoughts with all kinds of amorous feelings. In the distance of dream, the dark fragrance floats, and the blooming on the other side is also a kind of beautiful beauty. Outside the Dream, listen to the graceful and graceful rain, see the colorful flowers, surging feelings, like dew wet, like water Crystal, like Lotus Heart, thoroughly remoulded. Some feelings are often wet by tears; Some flowers fall, they are often loved by dreams; Some memories are quietly sentimentally attached. Everything, let nature take its course, do whatever you want, as light as water! As time goes by, everything has been closed. Raise your head, the sky, the cloud is rolling, the cloud is comfortable, drifting, no trace. One thought was full of flowers, one dream was broken for thousands of years, missing was singing and dancing with the wind, the deep feelings were singing and dancing with the rain, the secret fragrance filled the sleeves, donations were read and written into poems, and sentimentally attached love came one after another.? I can only let my thoughts fly in the wind gently, listening to the elegant cozy, colorful appearance, like butterfly love flowers, ups and downs. Missing is like a poem, which shines the prosperity of life; Missing is like a song, which enriches the wings of years; Missing is like a flower, which is elaborately made into Garland and worn on the head of the future, making the fragrance lingering forever. In this spring season, I burst through the ground again and put my most beautiful poem on a soft and sincere blessing for you. Spring goes back again and again, the plain refers to the flick, a song of missing rhyme trickle down, whose dream is charming? A piece of red ink, whose eyes are intoxicated? Thousands of mountains and rivers, how many wisps of missing? Smoke and rain wasted, who can see through the world of mortals? In the vast sea of people, who ever touched the faint pain in his chest and walked through the lonely rain Lane proudly? As time passes by, who is pulling a feeling, drinking the bitter wine of missing and heartbreaking? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…