Every time I have Christmas or Valentine’s Day, I never expect to get a gift from Mr. The gentleman said that the festival was intended to be good, but it was used by businessmen. Also said, why do you buy and send for the holiday season? Everything but with one heart, who is thinking about it, what holiday it is, can be sent at any time! I also take the view of Mr., so I am waiting for gifts every day. One day, Mr. went to the city alone to find friends. I was impatient with the people and sewed clothes at home. When the gentleman left, I checked his pocket and felt that there was too little money. A man wants to go to the city to see a friend, and he is inevitably eating and drinking. The gentleman is a very generous person. If he does not ask him to pay the bill, he will be uncomfortable. So he put a few big bills on him and shouted: ‘Don’t go home too early. Try to play until late at night and come back happily. Don’t forget, you can come back very late!’ Standing at the entrance of the small courtyard to send him, he waved his hand while driving, and when he turned, he braked the car again and stopped waving, which was really gone. The neighbor’s wife looked funny, and said across the wall how I was still standing at the door, and it was different from life. I can’t tell you anything, brush your face. I didn’t expect to go for more than two hours. In the afternoon, more than a minute, Mr. came back. He stood outside the living room and put his head in and asked: ‘There is no black in the sky, can I go home?’ ‘Of course you can go home! Neuropathy!’ I smacked him, put down the things being sewn, and went to the kitchen to do Give him lunch. When cooking, I asked the gentleman: ‘What’s wrong, isn’t your friend?’ The gentleman kept silent and hugged me from behind. He said: ‘I miss you, it’s not fun, I lost my friend back.’ When I put the food on the table, I washed the table and found a small Indian box on the table. And sir, looking at me like something wrong. I grabbed the box and looked at him and asked, ‘How do you know that I want such a box?’ The gentleman smiled smugly. I put down the box and kissed him and said, ‘But you still got it wrong. I want a chicken heart-shaped, fool!’ Mr. did not defend, smiled and gave me a rice bowl and started to eat. When I went to the kitchen to take the soup out, I wanted to add soup to my empty bowl. He dared to stretch my hand to me. In that empty bowl, it was changed by him. It was the chicken heart-shaped small box I wanted. . This time it was my turn to chase him with a spoon full of food and shouted, ‘Cheats! Liar! How many small boxes did you buy? Get me out soon-‘ It’s been eight years. Speaking of the past, I still have tears. Life, as if always with troubles. It is said that the innocent childhood is carefree, but it is not.
I remember when I was eight years old, I went to elementary school. At the same table, Xiaohua was a smart girl. She looked good Replica Cartier Love Bracelet, and with a good family and fashionable clothes, she soon became the focus of the teachers and classmates. I am like an ugly and stupid ugly duckling, and it looks more ugly next to her. For the first time, I knew the meaning of inferiority. I didn’t like to laugh, and I was always alone on the side of the class, watching the classmates chasing and playing. My mother saw my thoughts and said to me: ‘Girl, don’t compare with others. Everyone has a living method for everyone. It’s good to be yourself.’ Mother’s words to me at that time. It’s so esoteric, it can’t alleviate my sorrow. I was so small that I went to middle school with my troubles. Middle school seems to worry more. The age at which the sinus begins to open is often lost inexplicably. There is no reason, no reason. In the little atrium, I lived in the fresh figure. His every move, left and right, and the joy and the clear. In the fall of the third year of high school, my father was sick and lived in the hospital. My mother and younger brother were guarded at the hospital day and night. My sister and I, like two out-of-the-way birds, looked forward to the return of their father every day. Home, the complete home, is the warmest nest for birds. The sun fell, the moon fell, and countless nights, my sister and I curled up on the bed, looking at the night sky outside the window, weeping and sighing. The flowers fell, the leaves fell, and the father still did not return. In the twinkling of an eye, winter comes, snow covers the earth, and the world becomes vast, like my heart, cold and cold. I complain about the unfairness of the sky, why do you want my father – then a kind person to suffer from the pain, I am screaming at the red stove of others’ homes, and I even hate the sparrows on the snow in groups. Also happy than me… Worrying and boundless, surrounded me. Young and young, I also have a brow that can’t be stretched Replica Bulgari B.zero1 Rings. The mother made people say that the father wanted to eat the dumplings with leeks and wanted to taste the taste of the home. At that time, I only made simple meals. For dumplings, I did not finish it once.剁 stuffing, noodles, and wrapped, according to the steps of the mother’s dumplings in the memory, barely finished, cooked, simmered in the enamel jar, rushed to the hospital. The father in the hospital bed is so strange, and the skinny is not the same. He saw me, pulled out the oxygen tube, tried to support it, sat up, gasped, and gestured for me to sit down beside him, stroking my head with a skinny hand. I strongly suppressed the tears in my eyes, opened the enamel tank, and picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and sent it to my father’s mouth. The father opened his mouth, took a bite, rested, chewed, swallowed, and took a breath. Then take another bite, rest, chew, swallow, and take a breath… After a dumpling is finished, he is sweating. I don’t know why my strong father has become so weak. It didn’t take long for my father to leave, with a deep attachment. My world has suddenly fallen into the dark. I often shed tears in silence, walking silently, and not looking at other people’s poor, sympathetic eyes. As time flies, the mind becomes more mature, and the troubles seem to be gradually decreasing. Those young sorrows and the sadness of youth have become memories of yesterday. I remember that the years have added a lot of flavor. The red dust is floating in the world, the troubles are constant, and the line is realized. As Martin said: ‘Every age has troubles of every age, don’t try to avoid, dress up or dress up. These troubles are the gifts that life gives you. Only after experiencing, facing, can you have a taste, have The accumulation.’