The epidemic basically disrupted the pace of our life.

The epidemic basically disrupted the pace of our life.

At ordinary times, friends and relatives get together at will, drink some wine, eat some side dishes, drink some tea, eat and drink Lazar, eat and drink, and compete for Baba.

One month before the epidemic this year, my old man is sixty. My sister and brother-in-law arranged a banquet for my 60th birthday. Just as they were in full swing, the epidemic suddenly came back and the party was banned.

Unexpectedly, this half-year wait has passed. I still want to do it, but I have long lost interest.

It's actually my brother-in-law's favorite. He is "Xiang Zhuang's sword-dancing, which is intended to be Pei Gong." Let's get together in the name of my birthday.

Because there are too many things happening at home and abroad recently, I just want to express my views in public.

The Russian-Ukrainian war, the incident of several guys beating girls in Tangshan, the question of whether pensions will rise this year, and Trump's eagerness to participate in the next general election. There is no place to vomit the food in his stomach, which drives him crazy.

My sister said that sometimes when she was really panicked, she would knock on the wall.

Men, who have grievances in their stomachs, must find ways to vent them. Otherwise, it is easy to suppress illness. My brother-in-law is an example.