Text/flying grass
On weekend nights, I hurry to do my housework well, just to make use of the rest of my free time. As a self-disciplined housewife, there will always be endless housework, but driven by the idea of loving myself, I have to try my best to find time to do something I think is valuable and like to do. Buy yourself some time. A woman can live for her family or herself.
The man asked me to look at the forester's user manual carefully, and he also said that I couldn't drive without reading the manual. I know he did it for my safety, but I'm really not interested in those rules and regulations, so I just lost my mind at a glance. I'm not engineering male, so many places are confusing to read, and I really can't understand them. When a man says he doesn't understand, ask him. I am too lazy to ask questions that I am not interested in. Seeing that I was reading, the man took the initiative to lay the quilt that had been dried during the day. I remember this is the second time he has made a quilt. In addition to pride, I also summed up a little experience: in life, I tried to let go of my family. Who wouldn't turn around without the earth? ! I've been thinking for a while that I haven't finished reading one of Mo Yan's books, so I'm starting to read the fourth chapter of late maturity tonight-the thief refers to the flowers.
The thief refers to the flower mainly telling three scenes, one is on the small cruise ship of 1987, the other is the bonfire party, and the third is meeting Eugene.
Who is that thief? Is it me? Is that you? Or him?
From the first act, Emma Wu is described comprehensively: the clever and witty boatman shows a very positive image; Eugene is very tactful and can lower his position according to the situation to achieve his own goals; Fanny is arrogant, so that's why she is called "Ferrari": noble and foreign.
A brave female reporter is a fair and kind person.
"The Thief Fingers Flowers" is a lingering story after I attended a pen pal's party.
I attended the Songhua River Pen Club and met many writers, such as Fanny, Emma Wu, Hu Dongnian and Eugene. We laughed and scolded together, which was very enjoyable. However, Hu Dongnian's wallet was stolen after the bonfire party, which cast a shadow over the whole party. Many years later, I met Eugene and learned that I was the most suspected object. I feel extremely angry and confused. Then Eugene told a story after his party with Fanny. I learned at the pen meeting that Fanny was pregnant and had a miscarriage soon. Fanny actually has the stolen wallet. Eugene thinks Fanny stole the wallet.
Who is the thief? The multifaceted nature of human nature.
It wasn't me, Eugene or Fanny who stole it, but Emma Wu, a northeast person, an anti-theft hero and a poetry editor of Songhua River Monthly.
Postscript: In winter in Wuhan, the night after 1 1:30 is a little cold. After reading the book, I immediately huddled in a comfortable bed to keep warm, only to find that I was afraid of the cold. My husband turned on the electric blanket as early as when he was laying the quilt. In the cold winter, the sun-dried quilt smells like sunshine, and with the warmth of the electric blanket, there is a kind of love that is silent and gentle.