I hope you are filial and kind, I hope you can have endless things to say with me, I hope you don't pretend in front of me, I hope I can wait for you.
Maybe you don’t need too many sweet words, but I don’t want you to give me all silence. You don’t have to be careful, but I hope you can remember what I don’t like.
Can you hold your hand when I take the initiative after a quarrel and don't let it go? Can you tell me when you are tired and let me stay with you quietly? Can you surprise me occasionally? Can you let me do it sometimes?
Be your boyfriend?
I forgot to mention that I am a girl from Xiangxi, Hunan, and of course I am also a minority. It would be better if your city is closer to me, because I don’t want to waste time driving.
Not long ago, when a military attache was supervising the formation on the battlefield, he caught a deserter. He was furious and wrote a handwriting: punished by death with a stick. Who knew that he could not write the word "kill" and wanted to use a military stick instead, but the word "stick" failed.
"The words were not easy to write. In the end, I had to say to the deserter: "Go! I'll give you an advantage today."
A man had a stomachache and went to see a doctor. The doctor told him that he was constipated and needed to inject a suppository into ###. So he followed the doctor's instructions, took off his pants and bent down, enduring the pain, and let the doctor insert the medicine into his back.
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"You have to take the medicine every six hours and it will take a week to recover," the doctor said. That night, the man went home, but he had trouble getting the medicine into the back, so he asked his wife to come over and help. His wife understood.
After figuring out how to take the medication.
The man took off his pants and bent over. His wife put one hand on his shoulder and stuffed the medicine into his back with the other hand. "Damn it!" the man cursed loudly. "What's wrong?" asked the wife, "I did it.
Does it hurt you?"
"No," he replied, "I just remembered that the doctor put both hands on my shoulders this morning.
It was already the morning of the second day of Christmas Eve, and Santa Claus finally returned home after working all night. He sat by the stove with some emptiness in his heart, slowly warming his frozen hands. Waiting for the few animals around him
After the reindeer fell asleep, Santa Claus got up and walked to a pile of remaining gifts. He pretended to be casual but carefully took out a brand new red hat from the gifts. "Merry Christmas." Santa Claus said softly.
Say it yourself.
When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying pillars and beams, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance with excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? You
His ancestor's name was Yanhuang.
Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird had wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and it could soar even if it was ninety thousand miles away.
.The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us.
At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a piece of music. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed.
There were still lingering sounds, but he didn't know that what was really cut off was not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body.
I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly,
The strong wind blew away his hairband, and his robes flowed like an immortal.
But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants finally hid in the paradise on earth and handed over large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemy
It is said that we cannot win the battle as long as the Yue family's army is here. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A wisp of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset
, I vaguely saw someone digging it into the soil. It was a tassel gun used by the general that would rather break than bend.
The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its way in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high-bundled hair.
He couldn't even take off the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to coexist and die with the city, losing his life to protect his faith. Brutal killings, like mountains of bones, could not bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of
A hundred years later, it will still shine brightly on the land of China.
Today, thousands of years later, I sat in the lobby of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and sang myheartwillgoon casually, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice say loudly: Have you forgotten?
Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with sharp boats and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, a hundred years later——
We understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don’t know how to conquer palace businessmen. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and leather shoes, but we have no clothes of our own.
Where is that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family?
Why do you say that I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke?
Yesterday I found a high-end imitation iPhone 5s model in the stall downstairs for 5 yuan a piece, so I bought one and pretended to make a phone call at a crowded square by the river: "Fuck you, get out of here. Labor and management will never forgive you. Let's break up."
Well, I bought a watch last year!”
Then he threw the mobile phone model into the river coolly, took out a cigarette, pretended to be melancholy and stood there in a ecstasy pose, watching many girls next to me look at me with those nymphomaniac expressions. While I was thinking about
Tonight, when I was wondering whether I should fly as a couple or as a group, a little friend came up, patted me, and said to me loudly: "Uncle, your phone is floating up.
An official's son studying in the United States got into a fight and was knocked down by a foreign classmate. He angrily scolded: "I'm fucking your mother!" The foreign boy asked Lao Zhang next to him: "What did he say?" Zhang Xiangxiang explained: "He said to your mother.
He slept." Upon hearing this, the foreign boy immediately helped him up and said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were my mother's boyfriend!
In winter: wear as much as you can; in summer: wear as much as you can.
There are two reasons for the emergence of leftover women. One is that no one looks down on them, and the other is that no one looks down on them.
I heard a girl on the subway probably calling her boyfriend, "I've arrived at Xizhimen. Come out and walk to the subway station. If you arrive and I haven't arrived yet, just wait. If I arrive, you still have to wait."
If it’s not here yet, just wait.” The reason for being single: I used to like someone, but now I like someone.
There are two types of people who are easily dumped: those who don’t know what ~love is, and those who don’t know what ~love is. There are two reasons for wanting to be with someone: one is to fall in love with them, and the other is to fall in love with them.
..There are two reasons why a girl’s boy is late for a date:
1 slept through it, 2 slept through it. The foreigner finally burst into tears, handed in the blank paper, and returned home.