A pearl egg

If there's a woman in this world that I'll never understand, it's Sue, who's an extremely complex mess. Sue is a quiet woman, sitting in the sun after noon, a book, a cup of tea, and if there is a virgin, except for the shimmering eyelashes, and from the side, it's like a silent writing, moving. I like talking to Sue, the best listener in the world. No matter how bad your mood may be, no matter how angry you may be, no matter how upset you may be, as long as Sue sits across the street and is still with you, without saying a word, he can absorb your emotions as a sponge. Sue is a woman with a unique mind, and without saying anything, he talks amazingly. Sioux: “Men are not as good as my tampons, and may not always be able to do their best to provide me with the safest care during my monthly low tide. He can't promise me the extra weight I'm asking, he won't give me trouble in my career and my private life, he can't promise me he'll give me a long version of my life's sleep...” While comparing one of my people with the tampons, there is some difference in heart, I admit that I was shocked when I heard it. Sue's writing is beautiful, and under her writing, there's a lot of love stories going on. Or a sad, or a happy, or a helpless, or a happy, or just like, the same, but the same experience does not pass away, but it always resonates with the soul. Sue is a special guest of emotion at Qingqiu Radio, and I like to listen to her programming, and at night, under the stars, the voice of Zu Wing is unsure, so that a confused, painful heart is filled with a wonderful feeling. If I didn't know Sue, I'd think she was a woman with great emotional experience, but Sue was single, and for at least seven years I've known her, her emotional world was like a white paper. In the face of Sue's words and sound, I've seen her as a mystery woman. Su has a habit of baptism. She takes a bath three times a day for more than an hour each time, and I joked. At least 30 per cent of Su's text is in the bathtub, so there is a tenderness of water. And Su's underwear is the greatest number of women I know, and equals the closets of Qingqiu. Sue only wears a flag robe, a taco, a very Chinese wind, very traditional and pure. But Sue's underwear is so hot, so hot that it makes my heart beat, so hot that I can't understand. With regard to Sue, I can't write more, because I can't really find any words that give a complete picture of Sue. She's like the fog of the morning, the drift, the Soya, who was there, and when you tried to hold her by her hand, found that she only slipped through her fingers; her voice, her eyes, her silence, was as tangible as every day with her water, but not able to hold her hands, and transparency was always fluid... If I'm a cook, I'll use a food like Sue, I'll choose quail eggs. Precious little things, like the thought of Sue; husks, like the words of Sue; luminous proteins, like the silence of Sue; delicate yolks, like the emotion of Sue. If I make a dish that focuses on quail eggs, I'll choose the pearl egg that you're presenting today. The boiled quail eggs are too flat to carry the meaning of su, and the tiger-skin eggs are too dead to show soothing tenderness. It's the only embroidered pearl egg that boils to its tone, reflecting the tenderness of the water; the fragrance of the garlic seed, reflecting the quiet elegance; the beauty of the spicy rice, reflecting the warmness of the somber; the beauty of the silt, reflecting the thick base of the somber; the odourous system, which seems to be a combination, displays an amazing taste and a perfect visual experience, like a mystery. That's Sue, an extremely complex mess, a book you're curious about but you can never read。