Ma Fusheng was taken aback and hurriedly stepped back and stammered: "What-what's the matter?" Fusheng sister-in-law jumped out of bed and chased Ma Fusheng screaming: "Get out!"! Fuck off! Fuck off When Ma Fusheng saw his wife blushing, he raised his eyes and ran after him. He was so frightened that he turned around and took an umbrella and hurried out, shouting: "This-this woman is really, really mad!" When Mrs. Fu Sheng saw Ma Fusheng stepping out of the gate, she took a vase and smashed it on the door, shouting: "Get out!"! Fuck off! Get out of here for me, all of you! Rumbling-the dull thunder in the distance became more and more dense, and Mrs. Fu Sheng fell feebly on the windowsill, crying as if she had been bullied by someone. It was going to rain, and all the banana leaves outside the window hung their heads quietly and did not move. In October 1959, Bihui Gexin, Volume 1, Issue 6 Lonely Dream of Seventeen Years One A cold rain had just fallen, and the water vapor in the garden had not yet faded. On the top of the pine trees at the gate of the Hongqiao Lung Sanatorium, there was a thin layer of white fog. The sun came out faintly from the branches and shone obliquely on the fog, showing a few traces of lavender brilliance. A pair of autumn turtledoves, fluffy feathers, tightly crowded on the pine trunk in a daze. When the wind blows, a piece of water drops from the pine needles. It is so cold that they have to make a long and sad cry: "Goo goo goo." The more afternoon, the more cold. The sanatorium was closed,PET bottle Mold, and no one could be seen in the huge garden, which was empty. It was gray and covered with water mist. Moisture drifted up and stuck to the windows, with the fragrance of pine leaves in the middle. There was no light in the doctor's lounge upstairs. It was gray and much darker than outside. Only near the window, there is a little pale sunshine, cold on the face of Dr. Wu Zhongying, Dr. Wu leaned against the window edge, holding his forehead in his hand,water filling machine, standing motionless. He was still wrapped in his long, broad white uniform, and his stethoscope was still hanging around his neck, not removed. His gray hair was fluffy, and the hair on his temples was sticking up, looking a little messy, as if he had not been combed in the morning. On the tea table beside him, there was a cup of incense, which had not been touched, but the tea had all sunk to the bottom. Dr. Wu's legs were a little numb and the soles of his feet were very stiff and cold, but he barely supported himself and opened his eyes wide to resist the tiredness of pressing down on his eyelids. He had worked all night, and his eyes, worn by excessive fatigue, shone brightly and shot out two strange cold flames. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, liquid bottle filling machine ,Blowing Filling Capping combiblock, and the excitement had not completely faded. But his lips were dry and cracked, and the muscles of his face were stretched out of shape. He stared out of the window, so light and empty in his heart-so empty that there seemed to be nothing left. Since last night, Dr. Wu has been in a daze, always like sleepwalking. When he reached out for the cup, his trembling fingers knocked it over. The cold tea splashed all over his pants. The legs of his pants were wet and stuck to his legs. He was too lazy to move. He put his head out of the window and opened his mouth to let the water flow into his mouth. His throat was a little dry and painful-he really needed some moisture. Goo-goo- "a few more lonely dove cries came from the gate, and the late autumn dusk was as cold and silent as congealing.". Two There was a moon last night, and the grass in the small yard of Dr. Wu's house was covered with silver paste, and the dew was shining with cold light. The weather is cold and sparse, and occasionally there are a few sad and dumb sounds of autumn insects. A burst of light, a burst of thick, the yard was full of flowers, a bit like the astringent plain heart orchid, but also with some cold frost chrysanthemum, with the wind, gently sent to Dr. Wu's small building, so that he had to put on clothes to come to the yard. Dr. Wu seemed to be suffering from an allergy to the moonlight, and as soon as he touched the clear light, he could not tell what kind of smell came out from the bottom of his heart. The smell was a little cold, a little cold, and it went straight into his bones, making his whole body tingle. On a moonlit night, Dr. Wu always liked to come to the yard and sit on the edge of the fountain in the yard, clenching his teeth. Slowly chewing the bitter taste. The moonlight last night was light blue, and it was a little cold. The pool spat out silver threads, which shone brightly in the moonlight. At night, the amount of water increased, and occasionally a few drops of water splashed on Dr. Wu's face. A shiver made his senses so keen that they would hurt at the touch. He leaned against the iron pillar beside the pool and sat silently, gazing at the marble statue beside the pool. It was a half-naked young statue, with a warm color, like white jade, and a very delicate texture. He turned his head sideways and stretched his hands forward slightly. His expression was very beautiful. His slender figure had a lingering mood. The moonlight shone on the eyebrows and eyes of the stone statue. It's like it's moving. Doctor Wu gently touched the neck of the stone statue. When his fingertips touched the warm stone veins, the bitter and cool taste in his chest suddenly squeezed into his throat. He slowly nestled his cheeks against the stone statue's chest. The dew on the stone soaked into his skin. He liked the cool stimulation, which made him itch, so comfortable and lazy. Far and near, in a daze, he was taken to the place where he had been when he was a teenager, and he always seemed to see lakes, mountains, and the sound of pine nuts falling quietly. Three A long time ago, on a May night, the sky was so clean that there was no shadow of clouds. The moon was very round and white, like a crystal mirror hanging in the air. It was as bright as a white-hot silver foil, and it was about to release crystal sparks. The night was ripe and fragrant,bottle blowing machine, the air was mellow and warm, and even the wind had some intoxication, like the fragrance of freshly brewed wine leaking from the barrel. gzxilinear.com
