Zero-level China traditional calendar

M: There were only a few big dreams in the Spring and Autumn Period, and a little poor androgen was being secreted.

Isn't it? When the moral bottom line is torn repeatedly, the next generation of education reminds us of Chinese studies.

Only when the stories in the radio and newspaper are true and false do we know that there are good people.

When the court comes in, there are corrupt officials besides judges. How can we believe that there are still people who serve?

The internet is full of all kinds of grievances and helpless cries. How can we know fairness and truth?

How can we praise this harmonious society when we can't even afford to live in a house or eat garlic?

When the civil servants of the country become "providers", the people really become "old losers".

When we ... . . . .

I remember when I was a child, my family was poor and I ate pickles from Wowo's head, but I felt happy in my heart. What about now? Eating steamed bread and rice and chewing fish, I feel worried from time to time.

That year, Aoi sora Maria Ozawa, whom we were not familiar with, was still a virgin.

That year, Guan had no camera and Li Gang had no son. He ran into someone and apologized, not made up for it.

That year, the chrysanthemum we knew was just a flower, and the penguin was a penguin, not called QQ.

That year,

All I know is that this is a pencil for writing and drawing. The instant noodles I bought have no seasoning, and the cups are only used for brushing my teeth.

I bought a building to live in that year, and I don't know if I can still speculate on the house. Rich officials flocked like herons. Is this dish really so delicious?

That year, cucumbers and bananas were only used for eating, and I really can't remember other uses. After a few years, I was really excited when I heard that they could be used for beauty, but before the excitement passed, they had other uses.

That year, the professor was still a professor, not an animal. The sun is still the sun, and it is not called the sun anymore.

In that year, the leaders could not keep a diary, or they were too busy to write, or the overall cultural level was too low.

That year. Yali pear is not that big, so I finished it in a few bites. Now I'm gritting my teeth and carrying it on all fours, and I'm so tired that I'm sweating.

That year, the woman was pregnant, and everyone knew whose it was. More importantly, we all believed the truth.

At that time, men relied on real skills and insight to do business, rather than "raising money to make progress."

In those days, if a woman wanted to be a leader, she had to do a few practical things for the people, needless to say, "Let's talk about it later."

In that year, chickens were chickens, chickens that could lay eggs, and ducks that could croak.

In that year, many words taught by the teacher could be explained clearly, and I felt that I was a good student. What about now? The same words have different interpretations, not that I don't understand, the world is changing too fast.

Don't mention anything about that year, make it an old calendar book.

Why bother? How big a wave can a madman and a small P citizen set off? People can only say that they are alone at home, and there is nothing to worry about.