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My flash in the pan

Author: A poet carrying a machete

Chapter 65438+0,2 Classic Sentences

Updated at 8: 27 June 24, 2008: 16 words: 2 1 14.

1 Who knows, when this damn broken bell rings, I am as weak and tired as a bone, and I have no spirit at all. I always feel that the dust suspended in the room seems to have solidified into a solid, so that the air is stuck.

As for my mobile phone, seeing my unreasonable and outrageous behavior is like an old man quarreling with the rebels in the countryside. He didn't come up in one breath, choked, and then didn't say a word.

As the saying goes, twisted melon is not sweet, just like forced sleep. I only slept for a few minutes and felt dizzy.

I was just about to ask the old lady what she was doing standing in front of my house with a spoon. My mother has hit me on the head with two skulls and gently gave me two spoons. In addition to these operations, she also brought a run-up, as fast as lightning, much faster than Liu Xiang.

Since childhood, my mother has always regarded me as a child, so in my image, my mother is extinct, I am a wooden fish, and my mother will keep knocking on my head and reading me classics that I don't understand.

I am like a snake hovering in a deep hole and hibernating, but there is not a ray of sunshine willing to visit my world at its own discount, so I am used to it and used to my lazy world.

I was also very sentimental and sad for a few days. That was the first time I was really sad when I was a child. I always feel that it is reckless, like a kid, and often doesn't look at the Gregorian calendar or the timing, which makes me upset inexplicably. And this kind of sadness has a texture, which makes me breathless when I come. I think if I put it in my body, ...