As soon as I got it in my hand, I immediately shook it, only to find that it was a round-necked sea soul shirt. Then try to compare it on the body.

Looking at my father's rain-soaked back and touching the dry sea soul shirt, for the first time, my eyes were moist.

Hurriedly rubbed it with the back of his hand, held the sea soul shirt in his arms, and ran back to his room in one go. The label was not torn, so he hurriedly tore off his shirt, put it on his body, and walked back to the hall with a smile.

"Your brother-in-law sent it to you. Isn't it good to send some money? The father said angrily, he didn't raise his head, but still took care of his own bag to arrange the package.

I stopped tugging at the hem of my shirt and turned back to my room. I thought: When has my uncle been so kind.

Lost is like a killer, seizing the day, and being invincible.

I can't understand it because I'm going through a loss. When I wrote again, it suddenly became clear again, as if the rain had stopped and the sunset had squeezed in through the window.

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb!

July 7 Sunny

The green tree branches and birds, I am annoyed when I sing.

Last night I slept very deeply and had no dreams all night, which seems very unscientific. But it is definitely not something that Zhou Gong can explain, because there is no dream.

Not even the blind of their mouths. They are those who keep saying that they want to defeat all the ghosts, snakes, and gods, but they worship the blind and the like like gods.

Early in the morning, when Dawn, who had not yet taken off his nightcoat, had just crept up to the window lattice, I had already woken up.

There is no need for an alarm clock, but my natural awakening is not a gift from the Magi, but when it comes back to my ears through the mouth of someone else, it is undoubtedly a gift from the Magi.

As the sky outside the window faded in grayscale, the frightened birds on the duck's foot tree in the courtyard also chirped and raised their throats.

I lay in bed, oblivious to the noise outside, just thinking aimlessly.

There is a kind of pleasure that jumps out of the chest, although it is only a short escape from the hardships and busyness of the past, but the joy of this moment is real.

Yes, you don't have to go to the fields today. It's just that the biological clock in the brain has been formed, and I can't move enough if I want to sleep more.

I simply sat up and leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. Continue reading Alexandre Dumas's The Count of Monte Cristo.

I can't choose whether to make breakfast or not, but whether to eat or not is my freedom. After swallowing a few bites, he hid back in his room and continued to read.

Before the meal, I read that Don Dyce hid in the old priest's body bag and was thrown out of the prison by the jailer as a corpse.

After only a few pages, I was interrupted by a polite call to the door. My heart fluttered, perhaps because of the emotions that came out of the book.

fantasizing about some miracle that can throw the uninvited guests who have broken into the courtyard at this time into the isolated island prison in the book.

The person who came was called Li Shouxin, who was kind and kind, and rushed to greet everyone happily when he saw him. But these are all illusions, and the devil knows how much filth he has hidden in his heart.

There are always such people in the world, who worship Buddha in front of people and serve ghosts behind people. Just like the acting prosecutor in the book, Villefort, after framing Donnes, he still enjoys the happy life that he deserves as a good person.

I don't want to flashback, but I can't escape the shadowy images that are hidden deep in my memory.

If I were to paint, the sky would be gray, and his face would be wicked and hideous.

But I remembered being so honest, and gave him a touch of gold that day, he still looked kind, spread his palm to me, and magically conjured two pieces of candy.

I smiled sweetly, it was the smell of sugar, accompanied by the ironing of the different bodies. I hate Dmide, his paranoia about the world.

suddenly remembered Lin Daiyu's evaluation of Jia Baoyu in "Dream of Red Mansions": "Phew, it turned out to be Miao but not Xiu, it was a silver-like pewter gun head." ”

Maybe in the eyes of others, I'm just a girl.

would only say: "It's better to be famous than to meet, the sky has a good appearance, but it is a myrrh cannonball, so I have to pretend to be a disguise, so that I am more shy than me." ”

Listening to Li Shouxin's polite praise, I think my father must be embarrassed, not to mention my father, I suspect that I am in the Huawu mansion at this time.

I've come to believe in the idiom of Pengsheng, because Li Shouxin has done it.

My father may feel fortunate that Sansheng is fortunate because Li Shouxin came to my house specifically for his son Li Mao.

He said it shamelessly, and my spine felt cold when I listened. The kind face began to distort in my imagery, and the hideous and terrifying finally became the same inside and out.

People can be shameless to such an extent, the song of hatred, only I am displeased.

July 22 Sunny

Swing in the wall and outside the wall, amorous is always ruthlessly annoyed.

Today's heat, the calendar says: rotting grass is fireflies, the soil is moist and hot, and it rains heavily.

The harvest is over, and it is rare to have a time when the farm is idle. It's just that it's so hot that people can't breathe. After breakfast, I took Margaret Mitchell's "Gone with the Wind" to the willow tree by the creek.

Speaking of "Gone with the Wind", it is not easy to come by, and it is the remnants of the book that I risked stealing from someone else's thatched house.

Water, quasi-also. Quasi, flat also. The world is not flat in the water. Lao Tzu said: Good is like water, water is good for all things without fighting, and everyone is evil, so it is more than the Tao.

I've read all of this and know what it means, but the water I like isn't so elegant, it's just that when I want to be quiet, it just happens to be able to do it.

The willows hung straight down, without a hint of wind. If you have to say a word, it can only be a calm and naturally cool heart.

"Plop."

"Hey!" I sighed, I really wanted to pretend I didn't hear, maybe I should plug my ears next time.

Although extremely reluctant, he slowly stood up and prepared to leave. I thought that these mud children who were soaking in the water couldn't avoid it. But who calls it hot? It's not hot, and I'm not idle.

Emptiness is color, and color is emptiness. Before turning around, I glanced upstream, and it was this glance that created the seventh-level floating slaughter.

A child was fluttering in the water with his teeth and claws, and before I could think about it, I immediately broke off a small sapling that had just returned to green. There is a destiny in the dark, and it should be sacrificed to survive the misfortune.

As soon as the treetops touched the top of the head of the man who was about to submerge into the water, a hand suddenly reached out of the water and grabbed the treetops, followed by the other hand until he lifted his head out of the water.

The force was so great that it almost dragged me into the water. Actually, he was very young, and I easily dragged him ashore afterwards.

He lay on the shore and spat a few mouthfuls of water, wiped his chubby round face, and suddenly tugged at my trouser leg and cried, pointing to the place where he fell into the water as he cried.

I'm confused, I don't know why.

Later, his family rushed to the water's edge and picked up a hideous-looking female corpse at the place where the little boy fell into the water.