My eyes were blown into the sand, and I pounded my eyes to find someone to put my sister-in-law into the sand. That was called Sister-in-law’s hands to put a finger on her waist, and the sick eyes read a formula to her eyes. Her eyes were open and her horse blew away.
If you swallow the fishbone, don’t tell people to turn the bowl three times. Don’t make a mistake. If you don’t turn the bowl, you won’t be able to chew it with a mouthful of soup.
Once I got a sore throat, the taxi didn’t uh-huh. The driver seemed to be possessed by Hua Tuo to see a doctor. Oh, take half a bowl of melon shells and add water to the pot to stew and drink the soup. I promise you that your horse doesn’t hurt, and you can count the secret recipe. Of course, I appreciate that even irrelevant people are so concerned. Don’t I feel warm about my ailment?
But it’s too much trouble that I didn’t do it after all. I have to buy a bag of melons and sit quietly and eat melons, but I’m not allowed to eat melon meat. It’s unusual that I will steal them unconsciously. Besides, how long will it take me to eat half a bowl? I can’t ask others for help. I don’t want to stew them with other people’s saliva. The most important thing is that he didn’t say soy sauce melon or licorice melon
There are many ailments, and the secret recipe of earthwork remedies has been caged. Everyone has become a small secret doctor, who is not skilled and eager to save people.
In our family, we can’t talk about two small problems casually. One is heatstroke, and the other is itchy ears. It’s not that this is a taboo, but that there is an old man and a young man in the family who specializes in treating heatstroke and specializing in ears.
If you lean on the sofa and say, oh, maybe you have heatstroke, that old man will be refreshed. I’ll scrape you with a bowl of water and a wooden comb, and you’ll swear if you don’t scratch it. It seems that your back is a lottery ticket. She is eager to scratch to see what the prize is.
The louder you scream, the more she feels fulfilled. She scratches her back. She is still scratching her shoulder, bending her index finger and middle finger. She insists on grabbing a piece of blood stasis. The next day, the door shoulders show signs. She sees people smiling at you in an ambiguous way. Last night, a wild man came to you desperately. You swear by heaven that others will say what they are nervous about. It’s not a crime.
What about the little one? As soon as I hear people shouting that their ears itch and they are hungry, they are like a chair cushion with one hand and a tool box with one hand chasing people all over the house, and they are begging to dig one for me. It’s good that everyone is tired of having them dig one for her.
She got coke, dragged your little hand to the room, locked the door, turned on the lights, crossed your legs and sat on the bed, stabilized the chair cushion, and told you to lay your head on the side of the chair cushion. Before you could stabilize your ear, a chilly thin stick was turned over and sneaked in. She would gently coax you not to move and endure it. You really want to see it. It’s a good thing that God made people give two ears. If there were ten, wouldn’t she be happy?
I don’t doubt her mental state, but I really think this guy is a little imaginative. She probably fantasizes that she will dig gold from her ear one day.
It doesn’t hurt anyone to dig cocoon silk with your palm open after taking a shower, does it?
It’s not just that someone takes over and helps you peel the cocoon carefully. It’s still polite. If a bruised woman hugs you and presses you to the bed, another wannabe sits on your ankle and holds your toes with both hands so that the person can file and scissors all over. She is also good at scraping the soles of your feet gently with small fingernails, which seems to be a bonus.
If you laugh for a moment and forget to shout itch card, it’s live meat before you take responsibility.
I’ve been through many battles, and I’ve heard people hum, hum and shout for colds. But I’m backwards, drink more water, rest less, go to public places, talk less, eat more water, eat less fried peppers, mustard, avoid alcohol, tobacco and coffee. Come and let me feel if I don’t have a fever. I know everything except medicine.
It seems that a small problem is not a bad thing, and it makes people around you happy.
Travel notes of microphone
Travel notes of microphone
I can’t sing. Who dares to ask me to sing in public? I turned against him.
In fact, I can sing a lot of old songs. A girl in li mountain screams and calls Nada. Her eyes are watery and watery. Your smiling face is hard to forget. Spring is gone and flowers are flying around. It’s also a festive season. People are not red-handed. Huangteng wine is full of spring palace walls. Others, Arjun, are smokers. Arjun, hello, I’m blind. The willows are green, the peach blossoms are a little red. Two yellow warblers are singing blue waves. Shuang Yan is chasing the sun by the east wind. On the road of life.
Dare to sing two sentences per song in the bathroom. Many songs are equal to one song.
I’ve been to KV a few times, and I just love to flip through the music and choose songs randomly. I serve as a raw tea and peel peanuts to serve everyone occasionally. I stand up, applaud and whistle. I’m a hot field expert. I’m so busy playing the word "big and small" on the screen. Somebody click on the sidewalk and hurry to make noise and throw away the microphone. Choose a fat duck rack. I can’t listen to others singing. It’s like a foot smashing pots and pans. It’s very enjoyable to wait for that person to shout and serve tea. It’s Wang Zhaojun.
Playing cards, watching cards, singing and watching songs, I don’t play cards, I don’t sing, I put my hand in arranging flowers, I look at people with a microphone and a pole, and heroes from all walks of life are really all kinds of descriptions.
A duck-bully clung to the microphone as if everyone else were dumb and a puppet show.
Type II, I’m angry to protest that people can’t sing. Really, I won’t. I coaxed her to beg and she sang. Actually, the song is good, but I love coquetry.
No, no, no, no, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
The lyrics of the four-drag screen are dyed. He is still feeding the microphone with a microphone. Can you hear me? Don’t come to this house again. The stereo is too bad. He is killing the microphone. Finally, the last night is really a standard drag.
It’s not enough to sing in five cars. Let’s make room for the show. The expression is impassioned and the eyebrows are deeply locked, as if this will be sorry for others.
Six depressed people don’t stir with others and don’t laugh, as if everyone is confused. I’m alone and dignified. Please don’t order the song dancer, or he will cross the sea with you.
As for me, I love to order songs to serve tea and pass throat candy. Who dares to ask me to sing? I turned against him and barely became a killer, but no one asked me to go to KV.
Master is full.
Master is full.