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Excellent prose of earrings

I seldom mention earrings.

This is the first and warmest memory.

Dad especially wants me to grow long hair, wear high heels and make up when I grow up. So when I was very young, he gave me rouge and pink as gifts. Before I knew what was going on, I was dragged to get my ears pierced. An old lady pinched my left ear with two soybeans for a long time, which made me sleepy. Suddenly a needle whizzed by, and I ran away as soon as I broke free. Dad coaxed me back with two dollars that I thought was huge at that time and put on my right ear again.

After that, when he came back from the street, he would buy me earrings. All kinds, I only remember a pair of cloisonne "small vases". It's very small and classical. After a few days, one disappeared. I like it better because I regret it.

Transfer at the age of nine. Later, a classmate recalled seeing me for the first time and said, "We are all asking, who is that child wearing earrings?"

When I grow up, I will wear only bracelets face down. I noticed earrings again, because I did a new test to see what jewelry suits your temperament best. Sister Mimi and I got the same result, both earrings.

That paragraph is very smooth: "among all jewelry, I'm afraid earrings are the most freedom of movement." You are a quiet personality, a quiet person, with troubled thoughts and wandering heart. Elegant earrings represent your flamboyant personality. In your opinion, nothing in the world is impossible, and nothing is unchangeable or must be accepted. You yearn for the freedom you admire and don't want to limit your situation to a fixed model. "

Sister Mimi gave me a pair of earrings, made by herself, dark brown crystals.

The delivery process is a bit tortuous. When I received it, I was surprised at the moment I opened it. So quiet and low-key beauty flew by my ear, and it looked harmonious and natural, and suddenly I had a sense of identity.

Touch your face occasionally, as cold as water.

Won the literary heart.

There is a warm feeling.

I never said thank you. You ask me, is this like a dream?

More of an accident and joy. The dream is vague, and at this time, it is really following.

Cherish precious things ...