I have always been not so patiently waiting for what matters, the status of this gentleman's Yu Yu fat around the pant, this stage of the Hasty sobbing sound of a bell strokes, red and green sloshing, combined with 12:00 Now they make errors in our province to the survival of the unfit here. I also have sub-machine screw turn, forced out just a squeeze, I feel behind already full, flexible fat gentleman about it back in my empty office opened his fat right side up. I am of no loop, the natural crowded but crowded 2, and finally out the door. Streets, except for vehicles such as spectators, almost no pedestrians, and the front door but a dozen other people head up to watch a movie project, do not have a bunch of people standing to see what I think: they will probably see scattered out of the women after the show, but called the day has still not come to ... ...
But the night is very cool, really the so-called "refreshing" in Beijing, I hear of such good air, as if it was the first.
This night is the game I told the other night in China, after which there is no thought of him, and even occasionally after theaters, we do not related desert, a spirit in the days long in the land of the south and north of the.
But few days ago, I suddenly saw an unintended Japanese book, unfortunately forgotten the title and author, a word of Chinese opera. Which one, though the effect that China plays a big knock, shout, and fauna, so that spectators dizzy dizzy brain, it is not suitable for theater, but loose in the wild where, far from the looks, but also makes his the wind. I felt that it was said at that time in Italy but I did not think so, because I do remember reading a very good play in the field, to Beijing even after the two back into the park to play, and perhaps by the time of Influence miles. Unfortunately, I do not know how one thing, saying that the title forgotten.
As for my keen on pleasing the time, but it is already "far zai distant" enough, but I am afraid its 11-year-old. Lu town we used to, could have been where an unmarried daughter, if not masters of their own, would probably return to their home between the summer house Summer. At that time my grandmother although Kang Jian, but my mother has shared some housework, so the summer days of the return can not be saved, only after completion of the grave, taking the time to go for a few days, then I will be with me every year mother living in her grandmother's home. The place is called Ping Xinqiao, a beach not far from the very remote borders a small village; households dissatisfied with 30, are farming, fishing, and only a very small grocery store. But I was promised land: for I am here not only received special treatment, but also to avoid reading "rank rank Iskandar faint Nanshan" ⑸ the.
And I play with many children, because of the far-off, and they all got from our parents to reduce the work permit, accompanied me to the game. In the small village, a passenger, is almost public. We are all with similar, but of action and generation ago, but at least Shu Zi, there are several or grandfather, as they have same surname Hop Village is the same clan. However, we are friends, even if occasionally quarrel, playing great-grandfather, a village of young and old, have absolutely no one will come up with "guilty" to the word, and they have 99 percent illiteracy.