Dust on Jade

Adults just stay away from each other, you know...

Scattered dust and mud More fun.

Dad, come back, come back... I don't blame you, just update it. I have been squatting in the pit for more than 3 years...

Alas, it is not easy to come across an article about taste, but the author is still in this state. . . . . . The plot of the article has already unfolded, but does it make sense not to let it develop further? - -, Forget it, I'd better give up. . .

The ancients once said: One misstep can lead to eternal hatred. I don't believe it. After reading the adult's article, I suddenly realized: if you slip and fall into a big pit, you will never come back. This statement is true. . . Adults have a lot of money to lose. Look, how many flowers of the motherland are in this big pit. Look, this pit is full of people of all ages. Look at these longing eyes. Sir, how can you bear it? Qin Shihuang pitted Confucianism, but adults pitted flowers! The ancients knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so they went to the tiger mountains. People today know that there is a big pit, but they still want to jump into it. Look at the children jumping into the pit one after another. They have no regrets and no hesitation, which is so touching. (Take out a small handkerchief and cry tears of sympathy) Dark belly! Stop the text at critical moments to keep people's appetite. Sir, can you see our saliva flying down three thousand feet, maybe the Milky Way has fallen into the sky? Sir, do you know that our admiration for you, Sir, is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea? This love can be learned from heaven and earth, expressed by the sun and moon, and remains unswerving! What beats in the pit are fiery hearts! The adult's text is simply a cup of improved Hedinghong, which is colorless and tasteless. The crown of the crane is red, and blood seals the throat. Writing more articles is a virtue. Sir, you will definitely pass this virtue on week after week. Right? Although the adults have not allowed us to see the continuation of this virtue, we still believe in you. As the saying goes: A prodigal son will never be able to exchange for gold. . . Waiting for your return, sir. (Looking at you, my lord, with tears in my eyes) More. . . The stars are looking at you, my lord. My lord, I am calling you late at night again. Have you ever felt the affectionate eyes, sincere expectations, and fiery heart? Come on, update the article, let the love of adults touch the land of China. . . Let the love of adults warm the bottom of the pit. We will definitely give you a Turkish hug + a big French kiss to thank you. Sir, have you felt our sad eyes tonight? Come on, let's update the article quickly. . . (Countless pairs of pitiful eyes look at the adults) Your article is our only one; (... You are so great) Your article is our beacon in the darkness; (reborn parents...) Your article is a breath of fresh air in the hot summer, blowing away our gloom; Your article is a ray of heat from the severe cold, warming our hearts and minds... (A thumbs up!) I think we have been poisoned by a kind of "pit", And the only antidote—— Just your great and gorgeous article. Let's update the article… Oh, my dear lord... Did you see it? We don't think about tea or rice, Looking haggard and haggard after not drinking water for several days Did you see it? We sit in front of the computer every day With a face that is a national treasure Just to read your updated articles as soon as possible... 555555555555555555555555555555555 Sir, please update, please update, please update! … We really need you... My lord, you must—— Inherit Marxism, fear no hardships and dangers, and move forward courageously Sharpen your sword and read more...

Kneel down and beg for an update. Damn it, please update a chapter first, then abandon it and talk about it later. I've had enough of staying at the bottom of the pit!!

I have been squatting in the pit for two years... From ignorance to senior rotten girl... Sir, please enjoy a chapter~

Luo Ning has already done it, so please work harder.

Long long ago, I fell into two pits, but fortunately they were filled in the end. I fell into another trap this year, and then I discovered that these three heart-wrenching traps were actually dug by one person =-=!!!!!!!!!!!

The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? = =, Please feel free to share it. . . . . . . . This was transferred from the hands of a squatting Rapeseed Flower TX. . .