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17.12.2019 04:01
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Time passes slowly. Alas, it sounded in my ear again. But I sat quietly and listened carefully. The breeze blew across my face, blowing sorrow into my mind. I stood on the balcony like a zombie, and all I had in my head was what happened yesterday. Messy is the style of my desk. The unfinished 3,000-word review lay lazily on the table, confiding yesterday's grievances. "Slap", so my mother broke in and cleaned my room. My anger was just vented, and my mother bitterly looked at yesterday's events. My mother listened very carefully and proved that she agreed with me. As soon as I froze, I was even more energetic, talking non-stop time, flowing like a long river, leaving no trace, quietly. I've spoken dry, but my mother's face wasn't displeased. My mother pointed to the tea in the cup. I leapt over and took a big sip. I just felt a cool throat, and my grievance was almost vomited, and my mother looked at me as if waiting for me to start again Online Cigarettes. ,Say it again. I stared at her deep eyes and seemed to see my mouth that could not be closed. In the past, when my mother told me to do something, it would take me a long, long time, but I always interrupted halfway, and my mother was grumpy to stop her Cigarettes Online. Now, the same nagging, different results, show different things Marlboro Red. Love, ah, every word and every word that my mother whispers to us contains the gentle and delicate love of my mother. When we interrupt halfway, what sad shadow will be left in my mother's heart. I am immersed in this joy In the family atmosphere, quietly said things again, no complaints, no impatience. The mother listened carefully, and there was no reluctance on her face. Maternal love is like this mouth that ca n��t be closed, never ending love |
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