Fruit

When I was young, I used it to cut newspapers and play house. At that time, he was so silly that he cut himself hard with a blade. If he didn’t grasp the strength of the knife, he split it straight to his forehead. Fortunately, I didn’t have much strength at that time, or I really opened my head. I was scared when I thought about it. However, from then on, there was a scar on my forehead, which was in the middle, and with black skin, it was a vivid image of standard Bao Qingtian. In this way, a scar in my life was dedicated to the fruit knife. For some time, Zhou Chuang took a very beautiful woman home. Maybe, she is not very beautiful. However, she can wear silk scarves, apply nails and have bright red lipstick. That was the first time I saw a woman wearing makeup. Can you imagine that feeling? Just like the first time I saw colorful flowers, everything was very fresh. I tried hard to win her favor, because I had a crush on her nail polish and lipstick. Well, I admit, I especially know how to look at people when I was young. As expected, she agreed to paint my nails. I still remember that it was bright red nails. I just held my breath and watched her gently and gently paint that layer of red on my little nails. I forgot how I walked down the second floor at that time. Ha ha, I always thought I was flying down. I raised my hand to enjoy it under the incandescent lamp. At that time, I felt very beautiful for the first time. I was very happy to show my hand to Grandpa. I think he will praise me. Just never thought, Grandpa said nothing but took the fruit knife, 1.1 points to for I scrape the nail varnish. Ah, it was the fruit knife that blew off my first impression of beauty. I never thought it was just a fruit knife. It cut off the joy of life and the sorrow of death. It cut the cakes of Zhou Juan and Zhou Tian adults; It also cut the cakes of their families; It witnessed their transformation from youth to maturity. It opened Zhou Xinyi’s first can of milk powder, followed by a Yin’s, followed by Zhou Zan. It welcomes one life after another. Of course, it also witnessed wars one after another. Zhou Cang once took it and threatened to kill her wife. Tan Danan once held it and shouted to her husband to die together. However, this fruit knife is still cold. It just watched everything happen coldly, and watched everything calm coldly. It seems that everything has nothing to do with it. Therefore, I was thinking that life was like this? No matter whether you are bitter or sweet, it is so noble, cool or plain. Don’t expect life to give you any expression, it is more coquettish than coquettish. It’s better to live in the present. Everything will be calm. Let me tell you quietly that this fruit knife in my family is really unusual. The world it has seen and understood is more sophisticated than those of you who have traveled thousands of miles and thousands of mountains. In the future, I don’t want anything. Please give me the scarred fruit knife. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring

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