The north wind blew hard all night, and the trees on the balcony were not very hard in the wind—swaying from side to side, staggering from side to side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The clothes to dry fluttered under the eaves, gathering together as if to keep warm.

Several doors were strongly pushed by the wind, and the "clang" and "clang" closed loudly.

The wind came in from the north and made people tremble.

I got up, closed the window, and found that the curtains in several bedrooms had been blown up by the wind like sails filled with the wind.

Hurriedly closing the doors and windows, everything seemed to have ceased a little, no longer out of proportion under the raging north wind, and all waited for themselves to return to their original positions.

I sat quietly and read my book.

Jia Pingwa's "Ancient Furnace" is a bit rambling, as if grandma is telling some stories that have been sealed for a long time.

However, the earth was still muddy, and the north wind squeezed in through the cracks in the closed doors and windows, whistling loudly and proudly.

I was disturbed by this terrible, "whimpering", high-pitched howl......

So, get up again and close the doors and windows tightly, tightly.

However, as if deliberately trying to play a joke on me, as soon as I let go, they swarmed in through a narrow slit in the closed door, and lifted the pages of the table like a demonstration.

I had no choice but to go into the bedroom and close the door.

I was no longer in the mood to read, so I quietly burned incense and sat quietly.

In a corner that is isolated from air circulation, you can quietly empty your body and mind just for a moment of peace.

I don't know when the wind is leaving, and the bean buns around me are quietly leaning on my feet and sleeping.

When I woke up, the sun was already shining outside the window, and a ray of sunlight poured in through the cracks in the violet curtains.

turned over and stretched his waist, and the bean bag also stretched out his long waist together, "humming and chirping" coquettishly.

Open the door, open the curtains, and walk into the sun-drenched balcony, the morning air is a little cool, looking at the empty bridge not far away, and the street downstairs is sparsely populated.

The sky is a wonderland of misty and wisps of sunlight in the scattered sunlight.

Suddenly, I felt like I was back on a clear summer morning on the prairie, and I closed my eyes to savor the beauty and tranquility of this moment.

In recent days, the dawn is early, and in the morning there is time and mood to move a winter idle body. Stretch every joint, every tendon, every muscle.

Half an hour, slowly at the end of the activity, the whole body is slightly sweaty, it is a comfortable feeling.

In the winter, the few pounds of flesh added by the loose clothes and the laissez-faire Hussey are unyielding and refuse to leave, and the remnants of the defeated army are still entrenched in the territory of my loins.

When I opened the wardrobe, I saw the long dress I bought when the mall was off the bar ten years ago.

I remember at that time, I was only more than 90 pounds, and I couldn't get the long skirt in M size, and Mr. said: You want to gain weight after all, if you like it, you can buy it first, and you can wear it when you get fat?

So, I looked forward to the day when I gained weight.

I don't want to, when I get fat, the world has already collapsed, and I can't remember the idle long dress.

Last year, when I was cleaning up my wardrobe, I turned out this skirt and tried it on my upper body, and it was so suitable.

Summer is coming again this year, can a figure that has grown a few pounds of flesh still be able to wear the effect? So, I endured the embarrassing situation of not being able to wear it, put it on, closed the zipper, looked at the person in the mirror, and glanced back and forth and found that except for a little visible flesh, it seemed that it had not yet reached the point of misery.

It seems that I overestimated those pounds of meat. A few days ago, I bought a denim skirt, and the customer service suggested M size, I thought I had already broken off my relationship with M size, and insisted on buying L size, and when I came back, I found that it was bigger. Am I going to put it down and wait until I'm fatter before I wear it?--Baby,!