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Yesterday morning, I suddenly felt that my throat was not refreshing. I always wanted to do some cleaning. After a while, my throat began to itch and I couldn't help coughing again. This cough made me furious, because it was not an ordinary dry cough, but a deep cough, which made my whole voice move.

Drink more hot water and your family will comfort you. Having said that, my wife found Ke Ganmin, and my mother set out to give me steamed pears to eat. "It doesn't matter. My cold in recent years has basically passed in a day or two. " I feel more at ease after taking the medicine.

It seems a bit wasteful to stay at home on New Year's Day. Sister-in-law's suggestion: Let's go around the educated youth town. I know that place is not too far away, and it was transformed from a village. I just want to verify the current situation of the local society in the recently read Native China through real walking. I drive with my family.

After this trip, I found that there were so many people on the road on the first day of New Year's Day, and every intersection was congested. I walked for an hour instead of half an hour. The most important thing is that my feet gradually lose temperature. I have poor peripheral circulation since I was a child. Although I am still warm in the car with the heating on, the temperature can't reach below the knee. The more I feel my feet become two iron bumps.

"If you get off the bus and walk more, you will get better," I comforted myself. So, as soon as I got off the bus, I chose a down-to-earth and floor-to-floor way of walking. I made passers-by look at me. But I can't care about this until I feel comfortable.

The educated youth town occupies an excellent geographical advantage, just across the bridge. The flowing water under the bridge shows that the barrage was built artificially. Presumably, in the rainy season, the deep blue river under the bridge and the lush grass on the shore are also beautiful scenery. Just at the moment, the yellow water on the shore has dried up, adding a bit of cold air. I feel colder psychologically.

Run across the bridge, turn right, and you will see that the gate has been installed in the village to be rebuilt, and the wall near the road is covered with slogans from the 1960s. In the past, there were earth swings, RV camps specially set up for leisure, barbecue areas, and many houses with hoes, shovels, plows and other farm tools hanging on the walls ... because of my heavy and cold feet, I have no intention of praising them. I only care about when the blood vessels in my legs will be unblocked, and give the temperature to my feet.

Walking like this, I still got out of a lot of disappointment, my feet didn't warm up, and my heart became colder and colder. The designer of this village has the idea of restoring the life and labor scenes of that year, but he has no idea of doing it more thoroughly. I firmly believe that this is still just a scene created for the tourism economy. Without culture and in-depth observation of the rural landscape of that era, it is certainly difficult to have repeat customers.

Perhaps because of this double loss, my feet didn't warm up.

I had a bad cough as soon as I got home, and I realized that my cold was getting worse. The family is also busy, and my lover goes out to buy pears and steam them. Mother lamented bitterly, while trying to rummage through everything to find medicine. A throw.

We all went to bed early for the first time before ten o'clock.

I don't feel well, I'm not excited and I can't sleep well all night. Lying in bed, I thought proudly, this should be good. But when I put on my clothes, I found that this was not the case. Pain nerve and cough factor wake up together. After a few steps, I felt top-heavy and my joints ached all over, as if I had run five kilometers or climbed a thousand meters of mountains-I had to give up my wonderful travel plan. But I still don't accept it. I haven't felt so serious in recent years. Also began to judge according to past experience-it must have provoked the virus! If it is caused by a cold, it should be a cold, a cold, a runny nose and sneezing. I'm quiet and I'm aching all over. Speaking of it, I also think that two vocal cords are like a big saw, and they can't make clear and loud sounds all the time.

So, cancel the original plan and lie flat. But you can't lie around doing nothing. First, I drank granules for relieving cold, then I drank brown sugar and ginger soup cooked by my mother, and I also drank vitamin C bought by my lover. In order to have a good rest, mother took out her insomnia nemesis-Purmin. I fell asleep after taking two pills.

My body is sleepy, but my mind is extremely active. I replayed my experience of angering a cold gentleman over and over again. Is the younger generation too thick to sleep and push the quilt? Can pajamas catch cold if they are too thin? Is it because Fengxiang didn't manage the upper respiratory tract well (but I always wear a mask except taking pictures)? Or punish me for abusing my feet (I didn't bring cotton shoes back for beauty)? Still not suitable for dry and cold climate?

Suddenly a word came out: when an avalanche happened, not a snowflake was innocent. It seems that all the above * * * are working together to isolate Gan Maojun and me.

In the afternoon, my father brought another kind of powder, saying that it could relieve the whole body pain, so he ate a pack very obediently. After I continued to rest, I really felt less pain, so my mother boiled water again and burned my feet for more than ten minutes. I can feel the cold accumulated in my body slowly transpiration.

So I picked up a pen and wrote down my experience before and after dealing with Gan Maojun. Lengjunjun, Lengjunjun, please look at my record of such hard work and leave me as soon as you have had enough.