Chapters

I was accustomed to the delicate Jiangnan and the June when Jiangnan had been moldy until the crack of the wall. In recent years, it has gradually become plum instead of rain, but the heat is almost crazy. It’s noisy with rain, and elegant with heat and heat. I can’t control the weather after all. Let him be. It’s just that I don’t want to read books, go online, chat with Q friends, talk about the weather, go to the forum, comment and comment on the senior officials who fell down, there will be those who curse the rain, some who curse the wind and sand, naturally, there are more people scolding officials. It seems that the weather is writing new histories page after page because of their greed. There is also air conditioning, the wisdom of human beings changed the season. It seems that if you don’t think of Zhu men’s poems with bad wine and meat, you will be suspected of searching for people’s fat and ointment. You will be listed as corrupt officials to vent your anger! Instant han yi liao qiao. Outside the window, there came the sound of the machine polishing the stone. The Scream was harsh, and the heart was also disturbed. The blue sky was so blue that the rules were lost, the white clouds were so white that they were not serious, and those birds were all crying with ghosts, all the eyes and ears are neither fowl nor fowl, but the sun is hanging high and the shadow is vertical and horizontal in the place where the light can not be penetrated, which is used to practice the short beak of some innocent chickens. I walked out with the door and cursed myself as the devil when I went downstairs! Without a clear intention of action, he simply strolled along the road at will. In front of the gate of the community, the watermelon vendor holding the happy forest food sunshade hid under the plane tree to sleep; On the three-wheel car beside the tree, the sewing machine had been hiding under the red cap, and a dog tried to tear off the red cloth many times, my nose is tired and sweaty. Moving on, the vehicles coming and going whizhed by, the smoke from the exhaust pipe wiped off the legs, and the strong smell of gasoline seemed to have a smell of aromatic hydrocarbon. In a newly built building, the protection net drooped from the sky, and only the vibrators could be heard humming. The whole person could tremble with such humming. In the fields on both sides of the road, three or two peasant aunts with straw hats wielded their hoe to work. Those crops that I could not even name were neat and quiet, and they would not swing without wind. There were no weeds around the crops, and I didn’t know where the singing came from. Just one or two sounds of neither high nor low, which could be regarded as an ode to this tired and lazy noon. There are many vehicles in the Seaside Park, but few pedestrians are seen. Perhaps, it is unknown that everyone entered the teahouse near the sea. The elder sister who sold cold drinks leaned against the freezer covered with cotton wool. On the small square stool beside the freezer was a rectangular foam box, and a brown towel was twisted into a rope shape and placed on it. Seeing me, the elder sister said popsicle, I said whatever, just like a scalding potato in my mouth. My elder sister said it slowly, but I said it slowly became steam. Under the wooden bridge in the park, cobblestones are paved into paths with twists and turns like water characters in seal script. It is said that this idea comes from an ordinary calligraphy enthusiast. It is said that, in front of more than a hundred experts and celebrities, the ordinary calligraphy enthusiast even shivered, and even the winning words became amnesia. Originally, the viewing platform of the theme park was also ready to choose his creativity, but it was denied later. Of course, this was a rumor and it was not necessarily credible. A woman dressed in open-bellied leather put her head on the boy’s legs, and the boy pressed the woman’s navel with one hand. Both of them were motionless, forming a sculpture. I was really worried that some ignorant children ran over rashly, he turned his bodyguard-like eyeballs and was always on guard. The sprinkler of automatic irrigation in the lawn rotates leisurely. The foggy water deposits down and penetrates into the soil quickly. The fragrance of grass and soil is a little inappropriate intimacy, standing on the seawall, holding the repaired green glass corridor with both hands, it was like being in the Time Tunnel. The Sea raised waves slightly, reminding me to think less. I couldn’t help saying that the sea was not the real sea, there is no rotten sand beach, no blue sea water, no dreamy shell, it is like a muddy beach, the water is yellow, the beach is yellow, the silt is a piece, the rock is rugged, the sea seemed to be dissatisfied with my whisper, and suddenly raised a wave of manic fine waves, struggling to hit the seawall. I found several of myself from the little spray, so I stepped back in fear, I had to admit the magnificence and vastness of the sea. The thin corrugated lines were like shaking rope skipping one by one. I saw those light and waves jumping happily, and my father really startled me. Not far away, a father and son are busy, needless to say, catching eels. When there were many eels in the early days, there were also many people catching eels, which seemed to form a career. Now there are fewer Eels, so there are few people catching eels, but the income is very rich. When the tide receded and the sunshine was abundant, the eels crawled on the mire, just like Loach, but their bodies were much smaller. Eels are agile, slippery, and accidental sounds will make them move like rabbits. However, the holes left reveal their whereabouts. Experts can go deep into them according to this, and they can often be arrested. Both father and son only wore briefs, with layers of mud all over their bodies. My father was carrying a yellow plastic bag in his hand, and the mire flooded his shank. The child was about seven or eight years old, teetering and struggling in the mire, Sometimes when faced with eels, looking left and right, it seemed that he didn’t know how to buy them. He simply smashed them down and danced with his hands. He couldn’t catch them by luck, just like a gambler, playing with a weak body the same young fry is half joy and half hope. The sea brings abundant clothes and food in the mire and in the sweat covered with mud, all in the scene of decay after the surging sea came and went away. The father and son were not embarrassed because of my appearance. It seemed that I was just an Eels in their eyes which was a little far away and could not be caught. I wiped the sweat with my coat and squatted down to watch their every move. The wind which was so tiny that could be omitted brought the smell and heat of the sea. I felt dizzy like heatstroke. The small wooden boats on the surface of the sea were firmly anchored in the distance of the sea. With the ups and downs of the waves, they shook slightly up and down, and the piles with dense ranks divided the mire into countless private territories, the green or white fishing net forms a circle around the wooden stake, which is used to measure the fisherman’s belly in my scumbag heart: can such Enclosure ensure that it will not be invaded? Ha, it turned out that the child caught a handful of mud while his father was not careful, and threw it right at his neck. After his father finished, he giggled; Ah, it turned out that, the father also grabbed a handful of mud and threw it on the back of the child when his son smiled forward and backward. Both of them smiled like mud, the child pointed at the plastic bag which had already been unable to distinguish the true color, and said that it was a good harvest. Father patted the plastic bag which was bulging and didn’t distinguish the true color, saying that it would be better to work more, so father handed it over, and, they held hands and shook their arms. The child suddenly bent down to pick up a stone, turned around and threw it to the sea, as if to drive the sea behind him to the side. I saw that the water splashed by the stone was like an arrow from the string, shining towards the bright sun. Likes (Prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) the snow disappears in spring

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