Mother's sincerity and mother's unhappiness
In the clouds, someone is sitting by the river. When Xiao Li flew the knife, someone became a little eunuch. (Someone please automatically switch to the person you want to scold)
When weeding at noon, mines are buried in the soil. Your baby dug a mine and blew it to 250.
I wish you happiness. You deserve to be drowned. I wish you a better life than Nanshan.
The incense burner in Rizhao gave birth to purple smoke, and Li Bai came to the morgue.
Head down and walk west with a smile.
The foot of my bed gave off such bright light that the thief climbed into the window. Open the safe, bills.
Such a bright line was at the foot of my bed that Li Bai climbed up the window. I lost all my hair when I met X-rays.
The incense burner in Rizhao gave birth to purple smoke, and Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant. My mouth is watering outside thousands of feet, but I have no money with me when I touch my pocket.
If you don't wash your feet when you sleep in spring, mosquitoes bite everywhere. At night, Hong Kong feet stink.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily and mosquito bites were everywhere. At night, no one can escape.
The boatman kicked Li Bai out of the boat without paying him. Peach Blossom Beach is as deep as thousands of feet. I wonder if Li Bai is dead.
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Dondum
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
I am lonely and want to commit suicide.
Excuse me, where is the beauty?
Mu Tong Yaozhi Sanlitun
Kindness in learning
When cooking is at noon, sweat and oil are boiled out.
Whoever eats the Chinese food on the plate will suffer.
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Always remember the canteen,
Flies are as happy as ever.
Swallow black pearls,
Unconsciously, a dead fly entered your stomach.
Vomiting, vomiting,
Spit out pickles.
Black night cry
I can't stroll into the canteen, and my face is like autumn.
The long line frowned.
It's hard to bite, but this is steamed bread.
Don't smell sour in your heart.
Manjianghong. Write a bosom.
Panting, afraid to rest in the canteen.
Looking up, the queue is endless and the competition is fierce.
Thirty brothers are worried and anxious, and eight people are angry.
Don't wait, dry that bowl of rice, empty and sad!
Hungry and ashamed, it's still snowing. When will students hate it?
Knock on the low stool square table with chopsticks.
It's hard to swallow a mouthful of rice with an empty stomach, but it's hard to drink it with a smile.
After eating, pick up the leftovers, still hungry.