Today is the second day of five long holidays and the second day of countdown. Why? Why? Why? Time off is always so fast. It can only be explained by the great Einstein relativity of time. Happy times are always short and sad days are always long. Chongqing's weather is so hot these days. A few days ago, the rain had forced people to wear their shirts, and today's weather was so bad that they couldn't get their skirts on. When I spent five short vacations yesterday with food, the captives who died with food, received feedback from a small partner: it's too tired to be able to do a simple, easy vacation in the kitchen. Simple! Simple! Simple! Say the important things three times. All right, from you. Today's capture of my heart is a golden pinpowder roll. Chongqing's little partner has a very deep relationship with him. And the summer of the Day of Inflammation, whenever the appetite is exhausted, a bowl of cold noodles with a bowl of fresh rice, and the gushing of the groin. Whether it be a meal or a snack, it is a wise choice. It's full, it's unmovable. Remember when I was in junior high, a bowl of cold noodles was a meal, but it was when I grew up, I felt like I didn't have enough. It wasn't too much to eat. A nice cold face, with a nice golden pinion mushroom and silk, a special mouth, and a beer, it'll be faster. Most importantly, it's really simple. I can only feel sorry for the young people who are struggling to get through the crowds when I look at the big viewers on the TV. When will it end? Suddenly it turns out that the days of the 5-1 holiday, the absence of travel, the absence of food, the lack of appreciation for the world of flowers and flowers can be wonderful, because I have included in my own list of holidays a list of foods to be served, and now everything is available, and I am not going to move. I'm in the mood to sing a song: I've never been out of five sections, and I've been very high.
