When the Fragrant Dream Returns

. Egg yolk mixed language c?

The sense of pretentiousness is too strong😂 maya, is this still the egg yolk I know?

Gorgeous, sad. Life is like a dream.

By the way, when are you writing? There is a literary shortage right now. To be honest, I am your fan!

Ben Xiang found that every time I read a short story, I felt like I understood it but didn't seem to understand it. Fortunately, I understood this article and finally understood a short story… [I just want to write tongue twisters]

Suddenly I remembered something from kindergarten that I had almost forgotten. It seemed like spring. We were playing in the garden after lunch, and yellow and white butterflies were flying around. One boy caught a white butterfly and stuffed it into his mouth. I quickly hit him on the head to make him spit it out. He spit it out obediently, and was surprised to find that only the butterfly's wings were broken, and there were still his saliva on them. I found leaves and asked him to put the butterfly on it, as well as the half of its wings. I'm afraid that boys have dirty things in their mouths (because my mother and father taught me not to eat randomly since I was a child, so I'm more sensitive to this) The butterfly was still alive at that time. I held the leaves in one hand and pulled him to rinse his mouth with the other. Because I had to enter the building, I was afraid that the teacher would see me throwing it away, so I put the leaves on the ground. I was going to find glue to attach the butterfly wings to. After taking him to rinse his mouth, I went to the art classroom to find glue. After I found it, I came out and found a group of ants moving the broken body of the butterfly... I still remember how I felt at that time, which was mixed with regret and hating myself for not placing the butterfly higher or bringing it in directly. Go one step further and stop the boy before he bites the butterfly... Later, I hid this incident in the depths of my memory for many years. I didn't think of it until today, and it's vivid in my mind. The scene in the article where the girl eats a butterfly is understandable. What is her identity in the article? Just a passerby? Read on. "Fragrance sells and the dream returns" is the first time I read Baihewen. Although Nidanhuang's work was written in 2009, it may not be as good-looking as recent articles, but I will continue to read it.

Nuwa, what you should ask for is not a world, but the person who accompanies you to see the world. Hehe

This is really Zhuang Zhou's dream. Things with thoughts and feelings are always selfish...

Eat butterflies. . . Butterfly. . . =Caterpillar, weird scene

Now... Actually, Pangu was very cruel... He gave Nuwa eternal sorrow for the smile he wanted...