I came back from the west isthmus only last week with mushrooms in my suitcase and mud on my shoes。
You brush this and don't rush away and tell you in three minutes why it's rubbing the ground in the other districts of namyang。
There's no high iron in the west isthmus, and it's gonna take an hour to get off the bus。
The brother next to me scolded him until a canyon was suddenly split open in the window, the fog was like who knocked over the milk, and his cell phone snapped off the floor — that's where the old hill was laying you down。
I was laughing, watching zhug's lanterns in line last year, and after all i've seen, i just wanted to go home and feed the cat。
The county is so small, the navigation shows "500 meters ahead" and the sign is visible on the face。
I live in 80 bucks of people's room, and the boss's wife brings her breakfast into the room, and the spicy soup makes me cry, and she laughs, "the city doesn't fight." the soup goes down, i'll book it for two more nights。
Don't believe the "one day, three scenes."。
I swayed to the dinosauryard at 7:00, surrounded by a spring team of primary school students, with small, screaming heads in front of the fossil pit, and immediately realized that the place was fit to take the baby out and the bachelor party retreated。
Turning to the gutter, stretching your feet into the stream, the cell phone signal is zero, the world is silent, only fish slides on their feet, and it works better than any meditation。
The mushrooms in the west isthmus are not side dishes, they're bandits。
The mushroom bubble is thicker than the chicken, biting on the umbrella cap and blowing up the pine in the mountains。
I'm sitting by the road watching the old man's iron pot, the wood and wood cracking, the chickens are still rotting, the scent is already floating in the next primary school, the little kids from school are rounded up, saliva is pouring out the fire。
I packed two pounds of soup and went back to minjing to get a pot of water to reheat it, and at 12 a. M. I squeaked, and the next day the diarrhea recognized it。
On the night before i returned to the city, i was stupid enough to navigate to the so-called "most beautiful mount road" and it turned out to be a dead end, and the head almost kissed the cliff。
The cell phone was dead, the window was full of bugs, and i fell in the dark for half an hour, and i suddenly saw a single light on the hill, and the shopkeeper made me a bowl of noodles, charged me $5, and lent me a flashlight。
Master kang is the best meal i've had this year, snorting and thinking that the west canyon is soft。
You asked me if it made any sense
I can't say。
It doesn't have a red filter, it doesn't have a history of big ips, it doesn't even have a high iron to fix, but it's got me on the bench for three days as a traveler。
I couldn't sleep on the first night back to zhengzhou. It wasn't a whistle in my ear. It was the sound of water in a ditch。
Pull the fridge and see the rest of the dry mushrooms, and suddenly understand: the west isthmus wins without rushing to prove itself; it only turns its days into slow pots, and whoever comes in is soft。
