It doesn't rain anymore, the morning after the rain is exceptionally fresh, and I feel refreshed when I drive on the road. There are not many www.biquge.info cars in the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion, and it feels good to add a few feet of throttle and run quickly on the smooth road.

The physical fitness really needs to be improved, and I pedaled a bicycle for a while until I couldn't breathe, and my legs were sore and short of breath. I haven't done physical work for a long time, and I haven't exercised, which is really bad!

After buying vegetables in the supermarket, I found that the escalator was broken, and when I was looking at a basket of vegetables at a loss, a handsome guy next to me said: You let go, I will help you take it down. "Rub and paddle" helped me carry it downstairs. The young man's girlfriend looked appreciative and thanked him repeatedly.

It's hard to cook, it's really unwilling to eat well, and I'm going to eat well willfully, and I'm ready to add two pounds of weight tomorrow, and then work hard to lose weight. Eat-fat-minus, reincarnation.

Fate is actually what you need, and it just so happens that he gave it to you, and the best fate is that both hearts crave warmth and are willing to warm each other. Whenever I have always felt that the needs of the soul and the spiritual side of life are more important.

Love also needs bread, and now it seems that many people are no longer satisfied with bread, but yearn for shark fin. But he forgot to go on the road with his heart, and the rope of desire tied the body, and he was never satisfied. In fact, it's not that there is less affection, it's that everyone's pursuit has gone astray.

Nowadays there are many restless people, noisy people, irritable people, self-righteous people, and boastful people. It is rare to see people who are quiet, peaceful, and humble. And most of the people who are wise, cultivated, and virtuous are often humble and calm, not arrogant or rash. Many times, listening, thinking, and being silent are more important.

I practiced the piano for two hours, until my fingers were numb, and I basically didn't feel anything, and I practiced the two pieces well.

At six o'clock, a huge full moon hung in the sky, predicting that it would be a sunny day.

A sunny day always brings a sunny mood.

A sunny day is a good day, and everything is full of life.

Since eating a bad stomach during the National Day, I was sick once in the dark, and now I can't even drink milk anymore, and it turns out that two catties of milk a day is no problem like drinking water, but now I have to have diarrhea in one cup, what kind of rhythm and concept is this? The rhythm of the old or the concept of weakness?

I often think: If I had to start over, what would I choose, how would I live? But I feel again and again that I must have walked the same path even if the years go back, otherwise it would not be me. Moreover, the life I have gone through has also worked hard and cherished, and there is no waste, no regrets, and no waste.

It's obviously a yeast tablet, but if you change the packaging, it will become a lactobacillus tablet, and the price will increase more than ten times.

I didn't want to eat at night, so I was just going to cook noodles for my little pot friend, but my sister-in-law helped kill the chickens and marinate them, and even bought the vegetables, so let's cook chicken soup and stir-fry. Finally, I didn't get lazy today. I went to cook rice, but I hope I don't eat too much today.

A healthy body and a sound personality are the highest criteria for choosing a mate.

Over the years, I have experienced too many life and death, and my heart is like soaking in a hot oil pan and frying. When I was a child, although my life was not rich, my relatives were young and healthy, and when my days were getting better day by day, I was always suffering from the torment of my heart, and many, many powerless things ruined all my ambitions, and the world turned out to be so helpless! Think about my mother's ten brothers and sisters, who were originally alive and well, are now in their twilight years, two have passed away, and my grandfather is no longer there.

The second aunt also went! I have been sick for a few years, and I went back to visit her in the summer, but I remember who I am, I am a doctor, and as a doctor, I am just as powerless as I am terminally ill, and my heart is full of self-blame and helplessness. Although she has suffered from this life, she often remembers her original capable and neat appearance, and remembers that when her brother was engaged, her second aunt leaned on the windowsill and gave money to her sister-in-law. The second aunt's filial piety to her grandfather is also excellent, but unfortunately she left at the age of 63. My mother didn't let my family tell me, but I can sense the death of every loved one at such a moment, and in the dark we are all relatives who are inseparable from each other! Pray that the gods and Buddhas will take care of my second aunt, so that she can enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible, and the next life will not be so hard.

The sky is drizzling, and in the past days, most of the people would enjoy the cool feeling of the raindrops falling on their faces, but now they have neither mood nor time. Many beautiful moments must be unexpected, just like the hearty mood in the rain. All deliberate pursuit will be physically and mentally exhausted, so a sentence that naturally encompasses everything in the world, understand your world, enter your world, and share your joy.

In such a rainy morning, after settling down in life, infinite thoughts are born. The pen records this unique turmoil of thoughts, in order to leave a glimpse of today's mood in the future, which is regarded as a commemoration of the time that has passed.

On such days, the rain is not big, just like dust floating in the air, if you can walk in this cool rain, it is a different mood and a unique poetic feeling, but unfortunately the days no longer give people such luxury.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River returned to the cage, and the Yiren went to the east of the river. Looking forward to it, the red flowers have fallen, and the king is gone.