It is raining and snowing, drinking and singing, returning home exhausted, it is the good time of youth

It’s raining and snowing, the rain doesn’t stop, and the snow is falling again!

Drinking, singing, charcoal hot pot, and feasting.

After returning home from the fun, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold snow stings my eyes.

It’s the good years of youth, party when you want, drink when you want, and sing when you want to sing!

Why post this?

This is the best age to party if you want, drink if you want, sing if you want to sing...

In the past two days, I have seen some places carrying out epidemic prevention Control, so express what you feel.

It rarely snows before Osamu in our city. White snow fell to the ground, making the whole city white and fresh.

Colleagues have been clamoring for collective corruption very early on, because we all have a heart that yearns for corruption and a small corruption treasury of our own - some scattered rewards, royalties and a one-hundred-yuan note. Vouchers.

The weather was changeable. It rained all day and all night. When I got off work, the rain showed no sign of letting up. Some are afraid of going home in the rain late at night. This is real freezing rain. The weather forecast shows: rain and snow tonight. But my colleagues were resolute and said one after another: "Go ahead and get the knife!" Some even came to talk to me alone: ??"Are you a man?!"

Life is always dull, and it is rare to be crazy. What's more, eating steaming "little fat sheep" on a night like this is a rule passed down from ancient times. "Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's getting snowy in the evening, can I have a drink?" Damn it! Fascinating.

The old soup of Little Sheep is delicious and makes people miss it after eating. The lamb tendons, broad noodles, louver leaves, duck blood... are unforgettable. Think about this, what does the cold mean? Don't people live just for a feeling?

After packing everything, including night clothes, treasure bag, and goggles, the bell rings and rides away.

The twelve-speed mountain is the best horse in the world. Lost and found, people love it even more.

Through the long wind and rain, through the bumpy mud. Riding alone, heading straight for the feasting and feasting.

"**Little Sheep", with a tall figure in front of him, turned over his saddle and dismounted, and handed the horse over to the waiter to take care of it.

After entering the store, all the guests stopped making noise. The position of leader is vacant. Two foreign women took over the cloak and treasure bag. A young man with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes presented steaming black tea.

"You are all welcome, we are all brothers."

Rolling up his arms and sleeves, pushing cups and changing cups, "Five leaders... six, six, six... eight donkeys... ..." They are all heroes in the world, who cares about those old clichés.

Mutton tendons and mutton skewers cost 30 yuan a set. "One set first..." "One set next..." "..." It doesn't matter how much he eats, I'm not paying the bill anyway. The water is boiling and I'm already hungry. I'm just waiting for the mutton slices to come to the pot.

Reminds me of the past when I was single in Beidaihe and prepared ingredients for hot pot and barbecue...

Lamb, broad noodles, potato slices, duck blood, wormwood, frozen tofu... …Rinse it. Beer and white. Drink.

There is a lot of breath on the glass windows, and you can't see what's going on outside through the windows. Is it snowing outside...

Eat, drink, talk and laugh, and the atmosphere will naturally be lively when the wine is full.

Everyone was still unfinished, so they took advantage of the wine and prepared to go to the card hall to play songs.

Oh, it’s snowing, so heavy.

After getting on their horses, everyone walked side by side and headed straight for another place of feasting and feasting.

There were exactly seven people, "Here, seven cups of tea." The computer selects songs, sings a few of her favorite songs, and gradually gets into the zone. There are also some classic English songs that I have never sung before.

They are all in the entertainment industry and have their own special songs. Sing it. "Those who don't know how to live sleep, and those who know how to live become corrupt and sing."

After returning home from the fun, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the cold snow stung my eyes.

Go home and go to bed. In fact, for us, there are not many opportunities for such corruption. But we are still silently looking forward to the next time...