He was a good boy, he was very good to me, he would give me everything, he caught gnats and birds, and kept them in cages, and when I went, he gave them to me.

There are two big apricot trees in front of his house, and the apricot trees in the village are not as tall as his family, and they are not as many as his family, and he always picks apricots for me to eat, and his apricots are better than those of his uncle's house, sweet and sour.

I'll just eat his apricots. His apricot almonds are not bitter and can be eaten. Yuan always carried a stone in his arms, and the stone was round and smooth, like a goose egg.

After I ate an apricot, he used the stone to smash the apricot pit on the steps, and he smashed it so neatly that it opened with a 'horn'.

After eating apricots and eating almonds, the taste is fragrant-, I can't forget it...... Valentine's Day is shortly after the start of the sophomore year, and such a holiday is especially valued among college students who like to play with sex.

As soon as he had dinner, Zheng Wei found that many of the senior sisters on the same floor were ready to go, and He Luya had also disappeared mysteriously since class in the afternoon.

The most eye-catching person in the entire dormitory building that day was Nguyen Nguyen, whose boyfriend, who was thousands of miles away, used the phone to order 99 roses for her at a local flower shop.

Ruan Ruan silently signed the flowers in the envious eyes of everyone, she didn't say anything, but Zheng Wei saw happiness in her eyes, as if all the suffering of long-distance lovesickness had been compensated at this moment.

Rao is Zheng Wei, who has always threatened that roses are cheesy, looked at the delicate roses in the corner of the dormitory, and was also envious.

A woman is really a simple animal, and she only needs a handful of roses to make her heart bloom a flower.

Zheng Wei thought, when will he be able to receive such a bouquet of roses from the person he likes?

No, even one. In fact, there was no shortage of boys who wanted to give her roses that day, and after half past six, several phone calls came, tentatively asking her if she would like to go out together, including Xu Kaiyang, and Zheng Wei pushed them all down.

After eight o'clock in the evening, she began to be bored, dating with roommates, going home at home, and not knowing what to do.

Ruan Ruan has been chatting with her boyfriend about QQ, you and I are nong, and she and Zhu Xiaobei are left staring at each other.

Zheng Wei began to get angry, why does there exist such an inhumane holiday as Valentine's Day in the world? Valentine's Day is coming, we want to scare her once, so that she will never forget our class for the rest of her life.

"Wow, such a beautiful card!" the class shouted.

"Each of them wrote a sentence for Erin for Valentine's Day. I said. The card was so big that it was written—For someone special.

The whole sheet is full of flowers. Exaggerated.

"This kind of thing seems boring, but when a teacher receives this kind of thing, he will be deeply moved. ”

"How do you know?" someone asked.

"I was a teacher myself!" One year, the whole class gave me a card, and I looked at the row of ranking words and cried!" I said.

Everyone wrote quietly during class, and after writing it, it was pushed to the next door. We took a lot of pains and drew a lot of sweethearts for the teacher, and there were many kisses.

This kind of thing, in China, will not be done if you are killed. By the time of the second period, a box of heart-shaped chocolate candies and a card were placed at the front of the desk.

Erin walked in as usual with a can of soda. When she found the card, she let out a sigh and opened it to see that she had been electrocuted.

"Attention! Erin is going to rain. I whispered. The students waited quietly for the teacher's expression, and they all had straight faces.

The teacher, the Reader's Digest teacher, read the sentence after sentence we wrote, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh—Erin cried. "We started cheering. The teacher in the other class heard the noise and leaned in and asked, "Is something going on?" When she noticed Erin standing and crying, she immediately said, "I'm sorry." "Shut the door.

She thought we were fixing people. This time, Erin and we cheered together, everyone shouted, "Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Valentine!" and we pushed open the books and sang to each of our classmates, everyone hugged each other gently, and the sound of ping-pong in the classroom was the sound of banging chairs.

When we hugged the moon phoenix, the two of us Chinese screamed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass of the café, Erin walked by, and I waved at her and gave her a kiss.

She laughed, blew a flying kiss on me, and left. She belongs to the kind of amorous girl, or should I say a lover.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I began to have the love of a girl. At that time, she loved the thoughtful male classmates of the second sister and the third sister.

The second sister and the third sister were also in love like that at that time. It's just that her love is more childish and fanciful. When she was a girl, she had secretly loved more than one person in her heart, and she had woven many dreams, and she was sad that they didn't understand her love and treated her as a child.

At last someone embraced her warmly, even a little roughly—after saying many things that deeply moved her, of course—and even went further.

The man's rapid breathing, the burning hand kneading her breasts, made her tremble like an electric shock throughout her body, and she drifted like a cloud.

Her sexual consciousness began to awaken. Purely spiritual fantasies begin to give way to a woman's flesh-and-blood emotions.

She reciprocated every kiss with her moist lips shyly but affectionately. It was a sunny morning, so clear that you could hardly believe that the summer months in England had just passed.

Fences, fields, trees, mountains, and fields take on their ever-changing shades of intense green, and there is hardly a single leaf fall, barely a hint of yellow dotted between the summer hues, telling you that autumn has arrived.

The sky was cloudless, the sun shone brightly and warmly, the song of birds and the sound of thousands of insects camping filled the air, and the garden beside the hut was crowded with all kinds of flowers of rich and beautiful color, shining in the dew like a bed of flowers covered with splendid jewels.

Everything has a summer character, and its beautiful colors have not faded at all. Autumn tigers, which are peaceful days before late autumn and winter, visit different regions at different times in different years, in October and November.

It comes and goes at no time, it's a time when there is golden smoke and a bright gossamer full of floating and timely relief.

The proximity of winter adds to its charm and strengthens its impermanence. Thomas Dee Quincy described the season as

"In the most glorious and colorful form of summer, it is the last brief resurrection of summer, a resurrection that has no roots in the past and no perseverance in the future, like the brightness of the reflection of the light of the lamp that is about to be extinguished. ”