"Why do you think like this, the walls are cracked so big that you don't repair them, you have to wait until the walls collapse to repair them. Besides, the wall is so dangerous, what if something happens to someone inside?! ”

As I was wiping my body, I heard my dad's grumbling in the backyard from afar. It's been so hot these days, I haven't exercised much, my body is sticky, and when I play table tennis, or when I run, sweat beads are pouring down from my eyebrows. I've never experienced this feeling of sweating, but I'm not very tired. It's sweating, as soon as you encounter this kind of weather, there are mosquitoes, and you are woken up by the buzzing sound in the middle of your night, and you will instantly break out in a cold sweat, and you will immediately be covered by the hot body.

In fact, this mosquito is really outrageous, since it has closed the door and smoked mosquito coils for an afternoon, open the door at night to ventilate, the first half of the night is fine, and the second half of the night is restless. Summer is so annoying! It's hot, it's sticky, and there are mosquitoes!

Winter is not pleasant either, I love summer in winter and crave winter in summer.

In the winter, I saw Kuroko licking her own chains, and the movements were very gentle, like licking her paws. It's so ironic! Just documenting reality is ironic! It's like a defeated prisoner singing the praises of the enemy's favor. I feel very sad, I feel a great sin, I shouldn't have picked up Kuroko, and it would be better to fend for herself outside with that little yellow dog than to be imprisoned here, and running is a luxury for her now! It's a blessing to end it quickly.

"Well, my body is not working." Grandma sighed as she brought the bench from under the dim light and handed it to me.

"It's like a crop going to rot."

"This leg hurts so much that I can't walk, I'll take some medicine later."

"Shreds the cucumbers and stir-fry them for two more days."

"Did your mom buy you this short sleeve or your dad."

My mom bought it, but I think calling it my mom might make her uncomfortable.

"I flipped it myself, probably my dad used to wear it."

"Oh, I flipped it myself, it's quite appropriate to wear it."

"Don't you eat steamed buns again, the steamed buns are not good tonight, they are not oiled, and they are very dry."

"No, I just ate it."

She walked into the kitchen step by step.

"You see this bun is very dry, do you eat this bun?" She asked, holding dry food in one hand, shaking her hand out of the kitchen and reaching over her hand.

"No, no, I just ate it."

Tomorrow I have to take the third subject, I hope the weather is not too hot, of course, there can be no mosquitoes in the hotel. This is what I'm worried about right now, and there are many ways to alleviate it, such as playing games, listening to music, watching fans, and so on. It is estimated that there are very few people in my grandmother's generation who are online. She often made a bench to do needlework under the street lamps outside the courtyard, the street lamps were not dim, the blinding white light showed that the moon was very weak, and the streets were very deserted. I'm afraid I'm nervous at the thought that it's almost over, but I know that my grandfather has already experienced it, and I understand that it is inevitable, and it is better to do needlework and Nana insoles.

I'm going to draw a picture in the future, and I'm going to write a novel to be more realistic.