I bought fruits, vegetables and meat for a week, but fortunately, when the little pot friend grew up, I was only responsible for commanding, and she was responsible for carrying it in the car and then carrying it home, and then sorting it out and putting it in the refrigerator, and then taking a break and then cooking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Life is mediocre, happy and comfortable.

Looking at the spotless furniture, clean and clean floors, tidy kitchen, although very tired, but in a good mood. I am not used to a messy and dirty environment, especially at home, as long as I see dust and mess, my head will be heavy, and I can't help but tidy up even if I am very tired. Two days ago, the body really couldn't stand up and struggled to sweep the dust and mop the floor, but today the body basically recovered, and after eating and drinking normally, I came to a thorough cleaning. Hehe, the air is full of dust nowadays, and a layer of soil falls on the floor and furniture every day, probably because it hasn't rained for a long time. Autumn is dry and dry, and it's time to eat some moisturizing food.

It's been a long time since I've made pasta, so make a cat ear tonight? That's it, rest for a while, and take action! If a person doesn't get sick and has the spirit, it's really alive and vigorous, and illness is really not a good thing! It's really a good man's hard to stop three points of illness.

After eating, I will accompany the little pot friend to see "Where Are You Going, Dad", which is okay today. A solid, healthy and happy day.

Anyway, my sister drove out in a daze, looked for a parking lot, turned left from the middle road, a bus honked hard, my sister continued to slowly rub it in a daze, and the bus driver stopped helplessly and watched me rub past before starting to walk again. Hehe, what's the hurry? Take your time.

Every year the National Day is a day to wax furniture, and it takes two days to finish, and it is tiring to think about it. Alas, it didn't take two days to fight, and I had obsessive-compulsive disorder at work.

In the red dust, the lovesickness is not exhausted, the wind rises first, the flowers fall silently, the autumn is thick, the leaves are heartless, the words are lingering, and the life is poured.

The world is like a lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty, and looks down on the flashiness. To love the lotus out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant and clear, pavilions and net plants...... Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Tranquility is a wisp of green smoke, fate is an encounter, and a share is a lifetime together.

I just wiped the glass of the two floor-to-ceiling windows, washed the clothes and dried them, and thought that the kitchenware, drinking cups and pots and other utensils should also be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected...... Rest days are often several times more tiring than going to work! Before I can catch my breath, it's time to make lunch again

The cover of the novel has been completed, which may be a little achievement of this holiday season. The novel was re-revised and uploaded again, but every word written was like a child who had been carefully raised, reluctant to give up and repaired too much, so it was sorted out in a small area for the time being, and then repaired as a whole after the deadline.

The last time I went back to my hometown, I saw my friend who had been absent for 20 years, and we spent three years in junior high school and three years in high school together, sleeping in one bed and eating in a bowl for six years. She disappeared after high school, and she was to my house at that time, but I never went to her house, so as long as she didn't look for me, I couldn't find her. When I was admitted to university and left the country, I kept writing to her at the address of her home in my memory, trying to contact her, but I never heard from her. She didn't come to see me until the last time she came home to hear about my situation, and she was as quiet and indisputable as ever, and the years barely left a mark on her face. She found a man who was five years younger than herself, and had two lovely sons, who knew her fate like that! Both of them had no formal jobs, and they relied on their husbands to contract some small projects to make a living, and it was quite difficult to raise two children, but there was no difficulty on her face. They are so comfortable with their own lives, she can't even use a computer, and she can't use QQ, so she lives in her own safe life.

I can't live like her, but sometimes I envy her. After that, I called her, and every time I heard that she was so busy with her two sons that she didn't even have time to talk on the phone, so I stopped contacting her. I also wish she could live like that for the rest of her life.

At the age of thirty, we are still immature children, and because our parents are still old, they can still be our dependents. At the age of forty, we find that we can no longer be immature, we can't help but hold up a piece of the sky, on the one hand, we need to take care of our parents, on the other hand, there are children who have not yet grown up, and the children are in a rebellious period, such a situation makes us often exhausted, if there are two people who can support each other, encourage and understand. And at the age of forty, I have to face such a situation alone, what can I do but be strong and strong?

Forty years old should be the age of vigorous and successful career, but it is also the most burdened period. Forty years old - this is not what I hope it will be. Fortunately, my parents are healthy and my children are growing up healthy.

How many times have I seen people who are growing old alone, and I don't think it's so scary, maybe it's okay to get used to it? Just like now I'm used to no one whispering anymore, and I'm used to not having a place where I can reveal my heart without any scruples. But they tried to persuade me not to die alone, and I didn't dare to ask them how they felt, for fear of touching their dignity. When you are vulnerable and helpless, you are longing for someone to lean on, even if it is silent support.

When I woke up, I found that it was not yet dawn, and when I looked at my watch, it was already past eight o'clock, so I got up and went to the window to take a look, and found that it was raining lightly outside the window......