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That spring breeze
I threw away my pen angrily and growled. Put your head on the table and nest in your arms. Ten minutes, this question has been bothering me for ten minutes! And the bugs outside the window have been harassing me for ten minutes! How can they have so much strength to scream! That disturbing voice has been echoing in my ears, playing back over and over again, and even my brain is buzzing. I'm fed up with annoying flying insects in spring!
Ta! Suddenly there was a sound in my ear. Looking up, I was surprised to find a bug on the table. This ugly bug actually stopped and looked at it leisurely on the paper!
I immediately jumped off the table screaming, instinctively grabbed the book and patted the bug.
Bang! Dead.
Why are there so many bugs in spring? Never seen insects slip out of the corner and wander around in nature. It's not beautiful spring scenery that can be seen everywhere, but all kinds of disgusting bugs! What about the beautiful scenery of "flowers are getting more and more attractive"? Are you sure it's not that "flying insects" are getting more and more attractive?
Why is the beautiful spring that everyone yearns for like this?
Suddenly there was no noisy sound in my ear. I looked up in surprise, but I felt the wind.
Soft as silk, gently caressing my face.
Under the pale moonlight of that spring breeze, I was sitting alone on a lonely street. The street lamp was not as bright as it used to be, but a dark yellow that looked lonely.
It was a school sports meeting, and I stood nervously on the edge of the venue, waiting for the starting gun to sound. Finally, the gun rang, and I made a quick decision and ran quickly to pick it up. Because of various shortcomings at that time, the game still failed. At that time, the sky was particularly gloomy and the ground was particularly wet. And I hurried to rest, hiding behind the rest area alone, sighing slightly and crying silently. At that time, I was full of sadness and heart, and I didn't know where to fly. At this moment, a spring breeze came, blowing away those clouds, blowing, that little warmth.
That's my head teacher. He saw me hiding behind, so he came to me gently and held my hand. He said to me seriously, "Don't be sad, there is another game in the afternoon. This is your strong point. As long as you treat it with a normal heart, you will certainly achieve good results. Remember, no matter what the result is, my classmates and I will support you. " After listening to his words, I dried the tears left in the corner of my eyes, raised my head and nodded gently.
Time is like water, and it passes in a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, the morning time flies quietly. In the afternoon, I stood on the long jump again, repeating the words of the head teacher in my mind. I prayed silently in my heart, but my heart sank again when the referee called me.
At that time, I quickly walked to the run-up line, adjusted my posture and began to run-up. On the jump line, I lifted one foot, pressed one foot, tightened my chest, held my breath, jumped in the air and landed with my feet. This is my first jump. I got good grades at first, followed by the second jump and the third jump, all of which ended with good grades. At this time, a spring breeze just blew over my shoulder, which made me feel warmer.
The moonlight gradually brightened, illuminating the earth, and the street lamps became bright and comfortable. Here, the spring breeze blows away the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the white moon and the frozen river, blowing a ray of moonlight, blowing a little green, blowing infinite warmth.
Spring breeze comes early in winter nights. Raindrops beat on the doors and windows, and the whistling wind swallowed up the deep night. I tossed and turned, and I couldn't sleep. I even want to fly to the teacher in the cold wind and make it clear to the teacher that it is not me who calls the cat in class during the day, but the so-called witness who accuses me-the troublemaker.
Today, in biology class, my deskmate saw a cat in a biology book and made a meow. The teacher heard this and asked who called it. My deskmate pointed at me. The teacher mercilessly and indiscriminately taunted me. I didn't even have a chance to explain, so I had to bow my head and accept criticism. Alas, Rain is falling all, are you crying for me? Feng, are you defending me? It was a long night. It's really hard.
Finally, gastrodia elata lit up and the alarm sounded. The more I think about it, the more humbled I am. I just played truant and turned off the alarm clock. Mom called me and I said I was ill and didn't want to go to school. My mother thought I was really ill when she saw that I looked pale, so she quickly invited Dr. Zhang next door to her house. Mother said in a daze, "I was fine yesterday. Why did I get sick this morning?" The doctor smiled. He knows I'm pretending to be sick. I gave a pitiful look. The doctor looked at me and said to my mother, "It's just a small cold, it's no big deal." Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief and contacted the teacher to explain my situation. Alas, I finally escaped and can go to bed.
But as soon as mom walked out of the house, the harsh ringing of the phone broke the peace. My mother rushed into my room like a gust of wind and shouted, "Xiao Gang, answer the phone, it's your teacher!" " When I answered the phone, I only heard Teacher Liu say, "I was wrong about you yesterday, and Huang Wu admitted it. You are really a prime minister who can punt in his stomach-you have a big measure, and you don't say anything when you are wronged ... "When I heard this, my tears rolled in my eyes, perhaps because of injustice or because of letting go, I only felt a spring breeze blowing through my heart.
That spring breeze made me feel incomparable warmth, happiness and joy. That spring breeze urged me to get up quickly, hit the road and forge ahead!
Spring Breeze No.4 What is the spring breeze? I think spring breeze can be anything. Spring breeze is my mother's love for me, my mother's beating and scolding, and my mother's meticulous care Motherly love like spring breeze is infinite and powerful!
I still remember that time, when I went to sleep at night, I felt hot all over, like on fire, rolling back and forth with abnormal irritability, and my body was painful and hot. After a while, I felt my temperature drop gradually. I didn't have a good sleep until after midnight. But it was safe only that night, and the next morning I began to feel pain all over again, which was extremely uncomfortable. My mother learned that without saying anything, she took me back to the hospital. I can't imagine how she had so much energy at that time.
Because it was morning, I arrived at the hospital and found that there were still very few people in the hospital. My mother quickly went through the formalities for me, went to see a doctor and prescribed medicine for me in the pharmacy. She is busy from morning till noon. At this time, there are more and more people in the hospital. They are already sweating mothers, carrying me back and forth in the crowd.
After taking medicine, we went to the doctor's office. The doctor said to take my temperature first, and my mother immediately took a thermometer to take my temperature. Five minutes later, my mother picked up the thermometer and looked at it. "Ah! 40 degrees! " . The doctor looked at it and said, "The child's temperature is too high and needs an injection." On hearing the injection, my mother's face immediately showed a heavy expression. Because she knows I'm afraid of injections. But she could only accept it and said helplessly, "Then fight." I know she also wants me to get better soon.
I didn't cry when the needle went into my arm. Although it really hurt, I held back. Mother has been encouraging me, and my heart is full of maternal love.
Mom, your love is like the spring breeze, which always moistens my heart and blows away the smog in my heart. Mom, I love you!
That wisp of spring breeze in May-the season when everything recovers, I stood on the fresh grass and gently sucked the upgraded breath brought by flowers and plants. When a wisp of spring breeze brushed my cheek, it reminded me of endless memories.
Many years ago, in the spring, my grandmother and I embarked on a day's journey against the hot red sun. After the bumps, we came to the foot of a mountain. When I was a child, I was afraid to see strangers. My neighbor told my grandmother that climbing mountains could increase my confidence. So grandma took me to conquer this mountain in order to make me brave. Due to the winding mountain road and exhaustion, I have put forward the idea of "giving up" countless times. But every time my grandmother would hold my hand and lead me forward with her body. In order to share the pain, I told jokes, sang songs and talked about ideals with my grandmother ... Before I knew it, the sun was already high in the sky. Soaked in sweat and sunshine, my grandmother and I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking at the corner of the mountain, grandma told me, "I always want to give up in the face of difficulties, but when you really overcome it, you will find that he is so small." Only when you have the courage to overcome difficulties can you succeed. "At that time, I looked at my grandmother with a puzzled smile, and today, many years later, I once again accepted the true meaning of the spring breeze and its enlightenment to my life.
Now the difficulty we face is as high as that mountain, but as long as we have the courage to overcome it and put it into action, the difficulty before us will be as small as the sand in the sea. Difficulties are not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no courage and determination to overcome them. The difficulties before us now are the same, but everyone stands in a different position. Some people are halfway up the mountain, but some people are still standing at the corner of the mountain. Only by working hard can we see the dawn of success.
Spring breeze enables me to overcome the difficulties of witnesses, and I also hope that when I succeed again, spring breeze will still be with me.
That spring breeze blew over, blowing over the willow branches, blowing over the grass, stroking the grass and flowers, with fragrance and warmth, driving away the cold inside me.
I stood barefoot at the cold crossroads. Traffic coming and going, noisy flute can't reach my ears. Covered with a gray rag, I just stood there thinking about the bark I had eaten. The wind was biting, so I came to my senses and hurried to the side of the road.
I ran into a policeman and kicked me out. One of the three hairs on my head has fallen out. Black and blue, I'm numb to the pain. I dragged my limping foot to the garbage pit, and the stench hit my nose like a stiff iron fist. But as if nothing had happened, I dug out a broken bowl, and sharp fragments cut my hand, bleeding profusely. After I treated it with sewage and rotten skin, I labored to the street with a bowl. The rich people in the street are all wearing mink coats and walking with their heads held high. A little boy led the puppy and walked over to me. My eyes lit up and I saw the warmth and soft spring breeze behind it. "Children! Are you hungry? " I nodded excitedly. He took out a piece of bread the size of a fist from his pocket. I opened my eyes and looked at him eagerly. But he ate the bread in one bite: "Bah! You deserve to starve to death! " Bread crumbs sprayed on my dusty face and I immediately swept them into my mouth. The little boy kicked me to the ground and skipped away.
I curled up on the street corner, and snowflakes danced in the sky, melting my heart. There was a burst of footsteps in the distance, and I looked at the people coming towards me in horror. He came up to me and raised his hand. "Uncle, leave me alone!" I shouted. I was not beaten, but I looked up and saw an old man, only a skinny little old man with a smile. "Boy, are you hungry?" The old man said and handed me an apple. Then, riding a tricycle, shouting, drifting away. The spring breeze is blowing.
That night, I fell asleep peacefully ... with an apple in my arms. ...
Winter goes and spring comes, and a spring breeze blows on my smile and that apple.
That spring breeze is like warmth, soothing my trembling heart and restoring my peace; Spring breeze is like a comforting voice, soothing my messy thoughts; "Spring Breeze" is like inspiring words, telling me to put aside my troubles and move forward bravely.
The rings of time passed quickly, turning me from childhood into a cloud of yesterday. The third grade graduation exam is coming, and his arrival caught me off guard. He disturbed my thoughts, distracted my attention and even reached the abyss of despair. I thought I should be admitted to my ideal high school, but as time went on, I gradually chickened out. Look at my grades now. Blood-red ooxx, which looks like a sentenced score on the test paper, gradually makes me have the idea of giving up. I feel that I can't compare with others at all, and I am afraid to face the result of failure!
This reminds me of a sentence my teacher said to me in primary school: "I am a flower in the greenhouse!" " "Yes, I am such a person. I have never experienced wind and rain. When I encounter setbacks, I will only hide in the corner and cry. I have never fought for myself, only complaining. I can't live without the protection of my parents? Am I really inseparable from the protection of my parents? This question reverberates in my mind, and I hate my sentimentality.
When this day came, the spring breeze soothed my heart, opened my inner decadence and made me regain my confidence. The teacher's encouragement seems to have saved me from the water. What impressed me the most was that "even the flowers in the greenhouse can thrive and get rid of the protection of others!" Yes, I will grow up, and I will try to climb up like a towering tree. I shouldn't have so many worries, which will only make my mind and heart more entangled. Thank you for your encouragement, which makes me feel warm. It doesn't matter if you don't get into the ideal school. As long as you persist, you will always see a dazzling rainbow after the storm.
Thank you, teacher. Dispel the haze in my heart, sort out my thoughts, and bring me comfort like spring breeze with its warmth and gentleness.
Chunfeng thinks that interpersonal relationship is very important in life. When you get along with others, you must be tolerant and frank. Being helpful is also an important guarantee to get along with others.
Now I am helpful and get along well with my classmates, but I am very different from before.
I used to be because of my personality! I don't like talking all the time, and it's warm and drizzling with others, with a serious expression. If there is any activity, I will definitely back off. It's even harder to help others.
Over time, I found that this was one of my major shortcomings, and I was upset to correct it. I thought about it and did more helpful things to change my personality. Because it is conducive to strengthening friendly relations with people.
When I come home from school, there is an uphill road. Often come here, there will be many vehicles carrying heavy goods uphill. Because the slope is too high, it is difficult for vehicles with low horsepower to drive. I always turn a blind eye when I come here. It's not that my heart is bad. But I think it is very difficult to help others. I always thought it was my own business. Although I know it's a pleasure to help others, I can't take a step.
Because I am determined to get rid of bad habits. When I come here again, as usual, there are always many familiar people in the same place with heavy things on their backs. I summoned up my courage and held out my hand. To my surprise, with a little effort, the car was enchanted and ran quickly. Wait until the master sees me in the back. Simple and honest smile at me and say "thank you". I don't know why, but my heart is full of happiness. When I face his smile. His expression came into my heart like the spring breeze, which was very comfortable. My heart is not as nervous as before, but full of comfort. Through this time, I gradually changed myself until I am the same as now.
It's nice to be helpful, a smile from others and a sincere thank you. Like the spring breeze, it pours into my heart, beautiful and extremely happy.
Life is like this. When you stretch out a pair of hands, you will get a lot in return. You have a good relationship with your classmates and your ability has improved.
The spring breeze is coming.
In my impression, I seem to be disgusted with spring, not because spring is the season of sandstorm, which often blows a layer of dust on people's minds, but because it often makes me feel very tired and feel good and bad. But I don't know when the spring breeze actually made me like spring. Spring is full of flowers and birds.
Another day, my father woke me up from my sleep. "Let's go to the seaside!" "Seeing that the weather is fine today, I skipped to the beach with my father without wearing much clothes, and sat side by side on the beach with my father to tell my happy and unhappy experiences. My father smiled and listened to me. If only time had stopped at this second. However, the next second, God will lose face. The wind blew, but it was not very strong. Dad said, "Look, the spring breeze is coming to accompany us!" " "I don't wear much. I am shivering with cold at the moment. Suddenly, a spring breeze blew across my face and I sneezed a lot.
Dad suddenly stood up, took off his coat and put it on my shoulder. At this time, I saw the wrinkles on my father's face. Dad is very lucky and often works outside. His eyes were wet when he saw the wrinkles on his face. "Dad, I'm not cold. Wear it!" "I still say it's not cold, I'm shivering with cold!" Dad said. Putting on my father's coat warmed me up at once, but it also made me know my father.
Now that I think about it, that spring breeze really should blow! That is, from then on, I like the spring breeze and prefer spring.
Thank you for your spring breeze.
That spring breeze 10 spring breeze is warm and comfortable, and the fragrance is overflowing. Father's love is like the spring breeze, refreshing.
The sky is gloomy, and dark clouds cover most of the sky, like gray satin. Father somehow asked me to go for a walk with him. I said it was going to rain, or I wouldn't go. My father's insistence made me very helpless and even a little dissatisfied. I turned and left without waiting for an answer. Looking at my father's stubborn back, I had to sigh and bring an umbrella.
We walked quietly on the sidewalk by the roadside without saying a word. I followed my father slowly. I found him hunchbacked, and the silver in his hair seemed to be mixed with gloomy weather, which made people confused. The cold wind blew mercilessly on my face, and I couldn't help shrinking, thinking: How can I go out for a walk in such a cold day? But my father walked ahead without hesitation in a thin coat. After a long time, my father recovered and chatted with me. From childhood to adolescence, my father told me everything. Looking at my father's back, all my previous unhappiness vanished, and my father remembered everything about me. But there is still some faint sadness, my father is old.
Sure enough, it was raining in Mao Mao. I took out my prepared umbrella, but it was too small to be covered by one person. I put on a look of "Great, it's raining". My father looked at me ridiculously and angrily and said, "Go and open an umbrella yourself. I have a hat here! " "Say that finish, conveniently put on a hat, holding the pace of running home, all of a sudden. I froze, and my father was still in front, shielding me from the rain that was blown by the wind. Raindrops fell on my father's back and on my heart.
I tried to let my father take an umbrella to shelter from the rain, but he refused. "I have a cold. It's okay. Don't catch a cold. My daughter is very sensible. It's really dad's spring breeze! " The feelings in my heart are very complicated, and a warm current gushes from my heart, thinking of my father's inculcation and shelter from the wind and rain at this time.
Soon, my vision blurred. In fact, my father is the spring breeze in my life. Father turned around and said, "Hurry up, it will rain more later!" " "I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand and soon caught up with my father.
That spring breeze 1 1 walking in the street, the weather is very cold. The grass on the roadside is still dotted with a little frost, and some ice cubes are scattered around in bits and pieces, even though the weather is so cold. But you can still breathe the warmth of spring.
Time flies, the short winter vacation is about to pass, and it will be a new semester and a new starting point for struggle. Walking on the road, I accidentally blew a spring breeze, holding flowers and floating lightly on people's faces, telling them that spring is coming. It is so soft and harmonious, just like several warning lights on the roadside to remind you to be ready for a new beginning.
Walking to the park, a spring breeze awakened the dream of flowers. Open your room and have a look. The grass also stood up and put on new clothes. The tree stretched itself and opened its heart with the songs of spring. Even the white clouds in the sky are like cotton candy, stroking the arms of the sky and enjoying the spring bath. Everything is so harmonious and brand-new, and we are ready to meet the difficulties and efforts of the new year. Looking back: like a winter wind, the knife is shaving and biting its teeth. You must put up with it and never give up. Like an autumn wind, I forgot myself in a continuous way and only enjoyed myself, leaving only a desolate heart blown away by the wind; For example, Xia Feng works hard and will do it even if he doesn't want to, and there is a kind of happiness in fatigue. Anyway, it's all over, it's all over, and they've all become oil paintings printed in my mind. Since a spring breeze has quietly arrived, how to choose in the face of another beginning? Spring breeze is always there, but the same spring breeze will not be remembered in your ear for the second time. What is the direction of the new semester? What's the motive? Everything depends on yourself, and fate is in your own hands, depending on how you grasp it. Fight! Hope hasn't started yet, hope hasn't ended yet, I hope there is still time and opportunity to struggle!
No matter how long life is, there are only tens of thousands of days and nights! Spring breeze, like a starting point and an opportunity, often patronizes you, depending on how you grasp it. Seize every spring breeze and every spring to prepare for the next winter!
That spring breeze 12 spring breeze, homesickness, pear blossoms, is still like snow.
Unforgettable hometown, unforgettable hometown soil fragrance; Unforgettable hometown pear flower silver element; Unforgettable childhood memories of my hometown, just because this is the place I really love.
Hometown clay
Continuous and soft, my hometown is located in the beautiful and rich Xingyuanbao, which has been outstanding since ancient times, thanks to the rich golden land of Xingyuan. The soil here is not the black dry loess in the west, but the precious soil that gave birth to me and raised me. The soil here is not the black soil in the northeast, but the precious soil that allows me to stand on. The soil here is not the red soil near the South China Sea, but the precious soil that raised me. I love this land, it is sacred and priceless. Even if someone exchanges tens of millions of material wealth, I will not hesitate to refuse, because without this land, I have nothing.
Hometown Lihua
A spring breeze blew, and the pear flowers in my hometown seemed to feel the instructions. These holy white hairs bloom overnight, and the morning sun shines a little temperature from the clouds. The crystal dew on the pear quietly shrank on my face, like a loving mother's hand waking me up from a dream. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, gently flicked the dirt on my underwear, and gently sniffed the fragrant pear flower, as if smelling the root of life, and looked at the pear flower that was blown down by the wind sadly.
Hometown childhood
I remember my childhood laughter and footprints, my childhood tears, stopping, the difficulty of catching fish in the river, the unforgettable running on the country road, every struggle, every growth. Xingyuanbao, a beautiful place, is my unforgettable place, my childhood and my hometown.
A spring breeze blows all over the earth, singing a homesick song. If the pear blossoms bloom tonight, the snow will return to the spring mud the next day. May the soul stay in the apricot garden forever like the spring breeze.
The spring breeze 13 blew gently, and the rain fell quietly.
The spring breeze ushered in the spring rain, sent away the winter and brought warmth and vitality. This is a good time for fishing.
Spring has come, and fish from all walks of life are gradually waking up. You can always see a group of people fishing intently on the river bank. Soon, there were more fish of different sizes in the empty bucket. As soon as I got home, I asked my father to take me fishing.
We soon drove to the Yangtze River and started fishing.
My father and I prepared fishing tackle several times, then my father and I dressed the hook in "clothes"-bait, and then the hook slipped through a semicircle in the air and fell into the river, waiting for the fish to bite.
After a while, there are four fish in Dad's bucket, but there is nothing in mine.
The spring breeze blows over the water and the sun shines in the empty bucket. I'm in a hurry. But when I pull the line, there is always no fish to bite. Suddenly, my fishing line moved and pulled hard, but it was still the same, which made the flame of hope in my heart "wow" go out, and I was very sad.
At this moment, my father came over.
He patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "fishing can't be hasty." You can't do well without patience. " This is like a spring breeze, which rekindles my confidence and I will start again soon. After a while, I saw the ripples on the water. A few minutes later, the hook shook and I jerked it. Sure enough, a fat grass carp was hooked.
The wind, blowing on the face.
However, my father's words blew into my heart.
Yes, the spring breeze symbolizes life, nature, hope and the future!
That spring breeze 14 spring has come, and the wind is like the braid of spring. Where spring goes, the wind follows. But the spring breeze is as mild as spring. It doesn't roar like the winter wind, it comes at you helplessly. It has no cold fear, but makes people feel a little cool and comfortable.
I am very excited to go to school in the morning, walk on the road of spring and capture the information of spring.
The wind blew across my cheek and I felt a little cold. The hair on my forehead fluttered slightly in front of my eyes, and I felt full of strength and confidence. Facing the spring breeze, the fatigue and laziness in winter are swept away, and the whole body feels extremely relaxed.
There are scattered leaves hanging on the bare branches, which are as dry as broken when touched. They are relics of last winter. The thin spring breeze slowly beats these yellow leaves hanging on the tree. Suddenly, the crown of the tree shook a few times, the leaves shook twice, then quickly turned around in mid-air, and then staggered to the ground. Without withered leaves, the tree is ready to sprout, and it will grow new leaves. Soon, the tree will become lush again.
In fact, we are all the same! Only by giving up can we renew, and only by constantly giving up the original bad habits can we make continuous progress and achieve greater achievements. I am filled with emotion.
Everything recovers in spring, and people have experienced a depression in winter, and they are all infected by the sight of everything recovering in spring. You see, the pedestrians in the street are in a hurry, and their hearts seem to be full of youthful passion.
Spring breeze calls for new vitality and vigor, and new visions sprout like trees.
Spring breeze blows, not only blowing green plants, but also blowing green our hearts.
That spring breeze 15 that spring breeze in those days when you left, I could feel your breath, the warmth in your eyes and the love brought by pear blossoms.
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When my grandparents were young, my grandfather planted a garden of pears for my grandmother. White petals are full of love. This is how the story begins.
Grandma likes white pear flowers. Grandpa planted a garden of pear flowers for grandma that year. Since then, it has been carefully cultivated every year. Whenever spring comes, grandma can see the pear blossoms all over the garden through the window, covered with branches, and the white petals as transparent as gauze dance in the wind, which has the artistic conception of "like the strong wind in spring, coming up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Grandpa is like the spring breeze that blows into grandma's life, and the corners of his mouth evoke a happy smile. In fact, grandpa knows that grandma's smile is directly proportional to the number of pears.
There are often two figures in the pear blossom forest, snuggling together. The woman said "thank you for giving me the love in the garden", only to see the man's mouth rise and raise a piece of happiness.
When grandpa left that year, pear blossoms never bloomed so luxuriantly, and for a long time they were just scattered on the branches. Grandma's smile was also locked in the box, and no one could find the key.
Another spring, grandma's smile suddenly became more frequent. She kept nagging, "The spring breeze is coming, the pear blossoms are blooming, and you are back." In late spring, grandma left. That spring, the pear garden was full of pears, still as pure and happy as then. I still remember grandma smiling at the pear tree outside the window when she left, which is beyond my comprehension.
Grandparents are buried in Lihua forest. When I went to worship this year, pear blossoms filled the garden. I knelt in front of my grandmother's grave and whispered, "Grandma, look, the spring breeze is coming and the pear blossoms are blooming again." A warm wind blew, bringing flowers and laughter.
Later, I learned that the pears didn't bloom in those years, just because of the lack of "spring breeze"
Spring breeze blows pear trees again. Who cares? Looking back, I saw pear blossoms like snow, and people were still in love. Watch the fields!
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