Xi's mother Lan Fang is surnamed Li, and Jia is virtuous and good-looking. The primary school has been teaching and reading for twenty years, and the neighbors in the township are called "good aunts". The daughter-in-law has never had a gap, and the husband and wife raised their eyebrows. Distant relatives and close friends are honored and respected, and all children respect their teachers. Morning and dusk are less idle and often busy, lack of salt and rice, and embarrassment and hunger. Stretched to the bridle, shy, caressing the heart and self-encouragement.

The boy stands upright, and his knowledge is really secret. Morning and twilight wind and rain, Sheng Educates children. The inner teacher is a good man in diplomacy. Gradual grinding and fumigation, the gentleman is not a device.

The white stone face of Yetang is cold, and the blue sky of the palace acacia reflects the snow lotus. The night grass is golden, and the lotus dew is round at dawn. The treasure leaves in front of the window are fragrant and rainy, and the silver stream behind the house spits out the fine spring. In the dream, I didn't worry about the turtle and the mountain, and after waking up, I knew the bird. Li woman Shude Le He Valley, deep sewing and weaving less sleeping. The rooster was busy at the beginning of the morning, and the dog barked at the thatched hut and smoked. Lan Fang waved the cane to evenly soak the buckwheat noodles, and ate a simple feast in the grain plate. Fragmented chatting and living, Siyi smells and salivates. It's good to have a family wrapped in a belly, but I'm afraid of high winds and don't pity them. Every time there is famine, famine and embarrassment, the liver and lungs are worried. Women are flexible and silent, and they are always unswerving. Years of hard work and kindness, the family and the country are still the same.

The plough is on the ridge, and the hand is hungry. Throwing shuttles under the window, hand-woven without clothes. Rather abandon Yanshu and change her posture. It's not worth laughing, and the country is self-fattening.

On normal days, Jia Women's School is connected with needlework, and the acres of ridges are less empty. Unbelievable and unwilling, it is not necessary to parasitize and be unnatural. Pigs, sheep and cattle are raised in the pen, and the old and new bodies are covered with cotton. Day and night do not stop, go out early and return late to forget the turbulence. Six roots can endure three lifetimes of hardship, and they don't earn half a penny for five years. Thick and thin sweet potatoes are high on the table, and the length of a year is still a year.

The sun and the moon flow, year after year. From the old age, things are changing year by year. Decline has not been heard, poverty is worthy of heaven. The cold pines and cypresses are thin, and the flowers and willows are springy.

As we all know, Su Gong's right oblique is a good fat word, and Yunjing Shaocai loves steamed buns. A ball of snow rolls Qiongyu, and the three cages of plain ice are soft and shy. The poor family cherishes the good, and the rich room always has Mu Jialiu. The morning and dusk drum belly and walk peacefully, and when the dusk opens, the drunken eyes are clear. Autumn and winter are cold and durable, and spring and summer are hot and humid and mildewy. Jiutu strives for less extravagance, and has a good life.

Huilin pig iron steamed buns, not to be free. The pile of danger was cold, and Mo Jiang frowned. Heartless bowl served, virtuous and arrogant. Fan Chong's red eyebrows and golden armor, Guo Pu's green green cuixiu. In the future, it will be difficult to fulfill, and the barren hills will always live in red sleeves.

Sigh, how easy is daily life, who is aware of the poor teenagers. Poor farmers have hard farmland, and the valleys are low in the sky. Siyi is often depressed on an empty stomach, hungry, faint, hungry, and sad. Three meals of noodles are mushy and mushy, and one meal is a widow's joy. Squeezed his nose and pouted at the distant table, and squinted his eyes and frowned. Hold the chopstick, open the bowl slowly, and tilt your tongue to spit out and chew and swallow doubts. Insert a few times diagonally up and down, and stir a few times high and low. Bowed his head and drank the soup from his mouth, pretending to be on a hunger strike and sneering. Toothache humming and chirping, crooked mouth and repeatedly playing. I often see lazy monsters, and it's not uncommon to see through them every time. Li women are most tired of scoundrels, and Jia children leave the table to steal and deceive. Flying across the fence to the horse, shyly salivating and laughing at the cowhide. Holding the fragrant porridge with both hands, supporting the intestines and moistening the stomach and spleen. In particular, the pimple pickles are matched, and the taste of Xin Pin Jia is more sensitive. The empty bowl licks the dirt and dirt, and the face is gentle and overflowing.

There are no chickens and dolphins in the deserted villages, and poor families rarely pick fresh vegetables. The noodles for three meals are sticky, and a bowl of salty porridge is delicious. Don't talk about a thousand special strategies, but everything is enough. In this way, the meat eaters are sent to the people, and the people do not despise food as the sky.

Under the eaves, Taihong fills his belly and is ingenious, and the ants are smiling and pitiful. The fence rubs the food every time it comes, and the spirit boy flies with the bowl. Things have always been traded for things, and they are always exchanged for gluttony. A few sticky sticky and slippery, a bowl of hoarding piles and round. The younger brother respectfully presents the beauty of the brother, and holds the bowl of joy and flowers. Hold the chopsticks and clip the products calmly, and enjoy the feast leisurely. Who is envious of feasting, Siyi squinted at Shao Xixian. After the end of the bright bowl, Jia Buckle's head was slightly off. There is no tune in the upright posture of blowing lips, and the upright posture returns around the edge of the fence. Suddenly, his buttocks twisted towards the sky, and he held the bowl and shook his shoulders. Teng Fei jumped close to the hut, and escaped the young Jigong. The dawn is suddenly stormy, and the thunder and lightning whip are instantaneous on a sunny day. Half a step into the house, Li Zhu stood upright in front of the hall. But when she saw her mother angrily carrying a cotton stick, she raised her eyebrows and crossed her eyes. I'm afraid that the itchy skin can't be scratched, like a purple eggplant wilting after frost.

Jia's mother is like Meng's mother, she seems to hate but really love. The stick is out of filial piety, and he is unscrupulous.

Looking to the right, the naughty boy is less sensible and often plays crazy for no reason. Instead of forcing the red boy to give way, he actually let the spirit monster Chongxiong. is full of scoundrels and rampant, and the two lines of "snot flowers" are frozen insects. Suddenly, he rolled eighteen times everywhere, and his whole body was covered in "earth armor" like a cloak. The burial is just like a mud monkey jumping, and the brute makeup is like wearing a straw canopy. The ghost cried wolf and howled in an instant, turning anger into joy.

I like rogue noodles the most, and I love to roll the ground. The spring breeze has just opened, but I forget to laugh at the spring breeze.

Looking to the left, Shao Nian Minglang is very different, often likes to be quiet and less playful. Siyi is easy to provoke and disobey, and finally wait for a break to quietly come. The tongue is silent to persuade the evil to change, and the lonely game is far from disgusting. Jia Tong was noisy and annoying, and there were no tears in his eyes. Leng Ding flew straight forward, throwing his in the air and suddenly tilting into the air. frowned and complained about the blood of the horse, and he was alone in entertainment and stealing pleasure. He once took care of the two honeys, and regretted the different surname Kun Pengyi. Thousands of miles follow Tai Hong's ridicule, and dare to avoid it in fear. The little brother scratched his head and grinned, and the elder brother smiled and waved his arms. The spring breeze and rain are all double dragons, and the Lintang Creek Bridge is happy.

Brother Ma is like a brother, and Brother Jia is like a brother. Laughing and scolding, Si Yi is kind and loud. Be honest and honest, thousands of miles of Qiongying. This is a family, how can we fight?!