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VicentaLakin
The blue-handed private foods — the endless years of love, the days of love are like ambers, trapping the lost beauty of life, and, in the face of regret, the intoxicated gestures are forever condensed, in such a profound way, mocking today's tragedy... Today is the day of Peaks, a simple wedding. A small auditorium, which is simple, is filled with sweet breaths. Pure Chinese dinners, with only a small number of eight table guests, carry sincere blessings on everyone's face. With his newlywed wife on his feet, he stood at the door of the auditorium with a genuine joy on his face and smiled for everyone's blessing... In the traditional joys, the wedding feast began. Without a professional ceremonial, it's just the best of us, Li, who speaks with a sincere emotion of blessing written in the blue of heart. Laughing all over the hall, a nice room. I am pleased to see these happy men and women, such as glass men, on stage and happy. For the sake of the summit, for this ordinary young man to find a man who knows each other in the dust and to go together for the rest of his life. The feast of marriage is a proliferation of joy, and everyone is excited by endless music, inflammatory words, shy new people, the noise of the halls, as if the joy that belonged to the peak and the bride belonged to the world. I've had a drink with the new man, and I walk out of the auditorium in peace, breathe some fresh air, and relax my nerves with emotion and alcohol. There's a luminous line outside the auditorium, and it's like, "The phoenix is ringing in Pygorgon. You're alive. Bong Bong Bong, Bong Bing, Bong Bing. There is a lonely shadow beneath the tree, full of regret, full of grief, full of ridicule, which no one can see well. That is Lin, who used to dream about spending a lifetime together, looking out for him, and forsaking the girl he went to. "You came." I walked over, wanted to say something, tripped for half a day and just squeezed out three dry words. I really don't know what to say in this situation because of Peaks, because of Lin's situation. Lin looked at me, and his face got numb, and he tried to squeeze out a little smile, and he looked so hard, so sorry, "I'm not going to go in. Please bring my blessing to the summit. I don't have the face to see her. I'm afraid I can't help it. This is a new wedding. Please hand it over to the summit." Lynn pulls out a little bag and a pack of chicken and rice flowers from Eima: "You give it to Feng, he'll understand." Lin put something in my hand and turned around. I look at her back, and I feel so sad, and just as I want to turn back to the auditorium, Lin looks back from afar, and I see two lines of tears slipping over her tender face, and it's so sad that I didn't hand anything over directly to the summit, and I know that these things must have a special meaning, and now they are handed over to him with consequences. Three days later, We came to the teahouse, soft kite, sweet tea, and calm. I'll hand the bag and the chicken and rice to the summit. The eyes of the Peak are lost, and I think he must have been in a great deal. I was just drinking tea, alone with him. "The blue heart, this is my last memory and that of Lin, who returned everything to me and set me free." "This is her favorite chicken and rice flower, a token of my love." A fine silver ring dazzled under the light and was very old, but it was clear that people were often wiping it, and it was still bright and had not lost the light for so long. I look at the peak and say, "Liberately and well, in sad memories, we lose the courage to live and congratulate our brothers." The story of Feng and Lin is familiar and clichéd, but the urge of young lovers to walk through adolescence and to disagree under the pressure of real life. The boy struggled to retain the original purity, while the girl betrayed her original pure love by the temptation of money, enjoyment, luxury, and in the arms of a middle-aged man. Peaks are sad, but helpless, because he's not as lucky as the first guy in society, and he's perfect for a backlash. No background, no economic basis, no talent, no miracle opportunities, the peaks are still struggling at the subsistence level, and it is impossible to buy a horse for Lin for five years. It was then that another simple girl broke into his world, without demands, without ambition, with only one sincere heart and complete love. It's a long process, and it's not easy for a true man to get out of a deep-seated love. The process is ordinary, the peaks are not handsome, the girls are not white, but just some woody oil salt, just some hand-weaved turbans, just some unrepentant heart. In the end, the summit was moved, rekindling what he thought was a dead love, as life was, and giving was a prerequisite for getting. It's wonderful to see girls in the happiness that the article begins to describe. And our other leading actor, Lin, her experience is destined to end. As the honey of a successful man, Lin got rid of the poverty she hated. The ones who used to look at only the horse and Chanel are now in the bag. But she can't feel warmer when the rain pours down; when it's not necessary to sit in the back of a car full of bells, it's a rooster, but it's often weeping at the rain in Bomaly; when it's birthday, it's no longer necessary to buy food for the sake of saving money, to cook for itself, to cook for a birthday meal that is difficult to swallow, but it's impossible to find true love in a table full of food... The man wanted something fresh, and it was fresh enough, and soon Lynn lost his original attraction, and he started to cool down and he started a new hunt. Lin was abandoned without regret, leaving behind only a pound of yuan, a small apartment, some luxuries. Lin's eyes are filled with tears, but she can't call back men's false desires; she repents, but she discovers that there's an innocent girl standing next to her peak. Apart from regret, except tears, Lin has nothing but a broken heart, and has lost a man who may have loved her most in life... We're all time visitors, coming from the soybeans of the 28-year-olds, and breaking into the twenties. The cruelty and truth of society, the hardships and the impatience of life, have inadvertently left the best purity in the dust. We began to care about the beauty of vanity, and we began to accept, unwittingly, the evils. Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, love is truly worthless, less than the fancy fashion, less than the glamorous jewels, less than the envy of others. But when you pass away, when you're alone on a cold night, you'll find that love is the only asset we have, and that we can depend on for a lifetime. Despite the fact that it's coarse, and while it's odious, it's a combination of disputes and compromises, it makes us feel warm, secure and meaningful. Love is a treasure that cannot be measured in monetary terms. It is fragile and fragile, and once it is lost, it is like a cow entering the sea, and when you regret looking back, you find that you will never find it again. We're all single-wing angels. We can fly with hugs. So please cherish the angel who truly loves you with no regrets, and the angel has heart, which, despite its tenacity, is also heartbreak and frustration. Once the angels have left, you will find that your other half of your wings are gone, and you will never be able to fly free in a happy paradise, waiting for the hell of regret and tears ... Rolling down the dust and the water, the years of love, and the years of love are gone... and the hearts of Chu are longing for the pen。
VicentaLakin
I've been working late for a few days, I've been busy at night, and sometimes my colleagues treat and have barbecue! It's more controversial, some love, some hate! My colleagues are basically divided into two groups, one of which is preferred, and they all think it's a taste for food, a unique taste, a special atmosphere for friends to come together! There are also a few colleagues who feel that the meat is not fresh, that it is not transparent, that it is not clean, that it is not meant to be contaminated! Doubles are a good type of feed, not a pick, so this barbecue, I love it. I'm also the same person who works at the double house, who thinks it's not clean, unsanitary, or “transparent” enough to eat it! Then we married Lazy Liu, we followed the barbecue, we went in and out, we got used to it, and we could eat the most popular snacks under the summer night! Today, you two taught to cook barbecue potatoes at home, clean and clean, especially worth mentioning, it's cheaper than the market. It's hard to kill two of them. Two pairs of a potato, wearing 21 strings. How much is it? Two dollars for a potato and 20 for a potato. How about two cents? So I said if you want to eat well, you need to do it yourself! It's very simple. Potato slices, oil brushes, spices, baked, simple, four steps. Barbecue controllers, friends who are afraid of being unsanitary and afraid to get into the barbecue stand, can try it at home
VicentaLakin
Food: Bread, one egg, 200 grams of rib, oil. (b) Predator: Salt, vanilla, radiant powder, spice, pepper powder, pepper powder. Method 1: Food, bread, egg clean. 2. Eggregation goes into the bowl and hits bubbles with a quick one. 3. Pork is flattened with a knife, and it's big, as shown. 4. Add a half-day saucer. Five, put the pickled piece of meat in the rinse and roll it up. Six. Put it in the bakery and wrap it in a lasagna, seven, fry it in the oil pan, eight, turn it on the way, and make it yellow on both sides。
