I worshiped the master, such as Li Bai; poetry, indeed fairy: "I am born, my material will be useful, and thousands of gold is still returned." People live in pure.. There is still modern, listen to this:
"I came to this world, just with paper, pen and rope."
It is important to think of the legendary judges and degles. They are both manifest.
And me? Came to this world, for what? I didn't think about it seriously. It may be a number of numbers. The world has great people in the world. Great people can't be much more, the customs can not be less. Maybe this is for what.
When you have a deep digging, I have to say that it is eating chicken - because I love chicken. I know that this is very difficult. But I can't lie. When I came to this world, I didn't bring money, I didn't bring paper, pen and rope, and only brought a very strong appetite.
After a few years, I ate many chickens, actually eat some taste: I have different chickens, time, place, and characters, and the realm of eating chicken is different.
For example, eating chickens in the United States must overcome emotional obstacles. Because these chickens are unfortunate animals. I don't know who's lack of idea, first take over the amount of hormones, make it idiots and generate illustrative appetite. Then put into the cage, put it on the pipeline, and turn it through the sundown tank, the sink. Under strong light, eat without sleeping. Thirty days later, forcibly died, sent into the supermarket, and a summit, not full of corpses, especially unfortunate people were also large unloading eight.
Think about it: It is also a chicken, born in ancient civilization, become a pet, every one, must have a meter, dead, maybe there is tears. It is raised in the United States, but is persecuted, as a machine, from the pipeline to the supermarket, even the sun has not seen it. This can't be said to be the unfit.
It is necessary to eat from this kind of chicken body. In Christmas night, no relatives, one person sitting alone, two eyes, chicken entrance, such as chewing wrples. After several large port voltcards, only the family is kilomery, chicken wings, chicken legs, such as machine parts, difficult to swallow. The parts have been eaten, as if they have changed the machine, and repeat the simple procedures of eating, sleeping, reading on the world's vast conveyor, and finally become a standardized product, in the market. So a kind of bleak, emerging, poured to the heart. The next American fat man, not late, it is too late to pass through, sway, see him walking, a chicken. I miss you, I don't know if he is still a good job.
"Everyone said that the United States is good, but only eat chicken can't forget." This is a realm: going abroad. Give you a chance, experience your own small and helpless. The amount of the trees and the roots of the tree, thinking about which one of life is wrong, why turned into a chicken.
In the abroad, it is caused by geographical distance. So what is eating in China? This has to mention the realm of the founding.
There are allusions, saying that Zhu Yuanzhang is in danger, being monk, and a bowl of tofu cabbage soup is eaten.
Attention, hunger, tofu cabbage, taste better than the Han Dynasty. After finishing, I have Daming for two hundred years of Jiangshan, so it can be called Jiangshan vegetables or open soup.
The oceanic chicken is not as good as the earth, and the soil chicken is not as good as a wild chicken. It is not as good as stealing chicken. The practice of chicken is clean with clear stew. Outside the salt, everything is disrespectful. The location is located in the village, the graft graves, take the back, the back wind, and the coffin board is more, easy to shoot. Participants don't know whispets in March, know the best, because they have their mouths, and don't face. After accepting the re-education, it is very powerful. It doesn't have a chopsticks to the chicken, and you will fight, especially the atmosphere. At the time of the tie, the mouth is not enough, and it is often a blue eyes, and it is like the old.
The source of chickens is the honeyhouse of this village and neighboring village. The dark wind is high in the evening, it is advisable to perform Zhou Yizi, go to the chicken cage, go in, one must be light, the second should be slow, the chicken is observed, will scream twice, if you can't panic, if you get stainable, The chicken is frightened and will immediately fry.
Zhengzi is a comfortable policy and gently. Chicken is not a rattle, and it is quiet. Touched the chicken neck, happened, a screw, the chicken was killed, and even the chance of the throne did not.
During the day, it is more difficult. Because the emetic is very rampant during the day, usually don't wait for you, just take the wings. But not not. There is a friend, nicknamed by Xiaowan. Thousands of, ten thousand (move), really do not bear his outline, often kidnapped the chicken under the day. He uses Newton's law, gets a long nylon line, in one end, such as a small iron block. Go to the seven or eight meters from the chicken, put the iron block and put the chicken legs around the inertia. Chicken does not understand physics, so the sound is exhausted, and there is no way.
At that time, another mountain carved friend was driving a hundred chicken feast. The claim is a hundred chickens, and it is actually five or seven, and there are twenty people. The hand is busy, and the chicken is fine, and it is a big piece, and it is divided into three face basins. The smell will be the most important as it is not familiar. The public sitting, the eyes were green and green, red and red. Cooked, eat, how to eat at the time, I have already remembered. I only remember to finish it, no one said that it is a chicken body. Everyone licks the nose, and the same sound is praised: "Good chicken!" I feel that this life is worth it. Then a small talent, dragging the sound: "Give the Three Mathers to Bye Shou -" The big and small 罗 罗 齐, "Shou Laun Shi ..." Three Mathers, Telecheng, God Sorghum wine is a bottle.
First, the villagers' public enrollment, and the machine drove the mountain carving. The first is that Xiaoman's father got a cowshed. He still officially worshiped the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, Xiaojipeng straight into the village, and took Xiaoman. I loved the farming in Mongolian, I hope that I will be expected to be a working class because my parents are expensive. Until my father retired, it was almost separated from the land, and I hit his cleaner.
The life of the attack fully reflects the superiority of socialism. 36 pounds of food per month, there is a kg of meat. Therefore, the color of the eye is basically normal. On Sunday, I often go to the small shop. The boss is bald, dressed in a small vest, the hand is brunette, from the old society, one is one. I have been usually a plate of halogen chicken, two or five fragrant flowers, with oil paper. Go home and a lazy chair, two chat books, go under the big banyan tree, eat a dish, turn over a page. Breeze Xu Lu, the birds fall, don't sleep. Wake up, I don't know the clock, I only know that I have fallen enough. At that time, mood, bleak nature, similar to the fairy people in the Renaissance of Huangcheng.
Chicken eats into good skill. Learn about the taste of each part of the chicken body. The chest is thick but wign, it is suitable for white cutting, from the small family, the hand is like a spring onion, and it is chewed slowly. The legs are soothing, suitable for pulling the rigs, stubborn, and a half black sweat towel, in hand, fasting, can be fun.
Wings, the maintenance of the downs, no matter whether the class, the fat is suitable. The neck is my favorite, takes a delicate beauty, and has the complexity of analyzing the geometry. It is used to drink alcohol, which is "song".
The big banyan tree is eating a championship when I have just entered the city, and I will eating in the library for a few years after reform. At that time, I finally had a few idle money in my middle pocket, and my face was still good, the fox group dog party, saved.
It is necessary to be the weather in Liangshan, Lin Chongqing. The snow is underground, the cloud pressure is on the top, the sky is dark, the people in the street have been quiet, and the rice is quiet, the time is best. The library should pick the old name, the table and chairs are black and warm.
Point must have a dynasty. The wall hangs a large mad grass, and at least there are at least a few sick words of Zheng Banqiao.
Participants are mostly crude, claiming to be intellectuals, people who have eaten molecules, especially owed. Several people are sitting on a table, called a number of hot fried, main dishes are a steam pot chicken. Let's get a few cold disks, while drinking, drinking beer, being boundless. Talk to society and talk about prices. It is only a knowledge of the intellectuals, and there are several cardumes, old, super stable structures, and the top is not worried.
To the hot dish, it is already a three-patrol, drinking chicken soup, everyone's head and talks, and talking about it. The super stable structure has been an alienation into the geese of Goethe, China's problem is full of people's inferiority. I am arguing that you are arguing, generous and passionate. If you bite your teeth, you laugh, you will shock, crying, hate swallowing, sadness is painful, all want to cure China, who is whis you.
I have been over, I have been fighting, I have received the weapon, and I got home.
Push the door out, cold wind sword strike. Looking up, I suddenly found out that the front door is still like a few hundred years ago, the silk is still squatting, and the five-way is free or slow. This realized that China or China did not change much because of the eating a steam pot chicken that had just been eaten to swallow the mountain river.
Only snow is still slow, there are few pedestrians on the road, the only change is thicker, and the night is deeper.
