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My father called me over and asked with a smile: “Ethiopians Sugardaddy Are you looking at broad beans? They look like beans. It’s as big as a thumb!” As he spoke, he squatted down and carefully took out a bunch of sturdy, round pods. His movements were like displaying a work of art, and he looked at Life is 10 percent what with an expression of admiration. happyEthiopia Sugarns to me and 90 percent how I react to it. Pods. Opportunities and I don’t happen, you create them. My father squatted face to face. He suddenly sighed happily like a child and said proudly: “Try it, I’m afraid no one can grow broad beans better than me.” Okay! If you’re not moving forward, you’re falling back.” Father SuiEthiopia Sugarpicked a pod with his hand and handed it to me, with a solemn expression and the joy of victory. I peeled off the bean shells, and the jade-like tender beans lay comfortably in the soft white sponge, sleeping soundly. I threw it into my mouth, and the sweet juice immediately burst out in my mouth. It was inexplicably fresh and tender. “It’s delicious!” I blurted out. Seeing my happy look, my father looked proud and his eyes narrowed with a smile, as if he was a hero who had changed the world.
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One afternoon in early winter, when I was less than four years old, my mother lied to me: “You are a little Ethiopians Sugardaddy man. “Would you like to Ethiopians Sugardaddy do something for adults?” I nodded. Then, carrying the basket handed to me by my mother, I brought tea to my father in the direction my mother pointed to me. I don’t know how far I walked before I vaguely saw the shadow of a cow and a human figure, one in front of Ethiopians Sugardaddy, one behind, and another He stretched his neck to pull the plow, and a rickety figure steered the steering wheel. The scene was very similar to Qi Baishi’s “Pictures of Farming Cows”, as if they were asleep. It took a long time to see them. Go confidently iEthiopians Sugardaddyn the direction Ethiopians Sugardaddyof your dreams . Live the life you have imagined. Make a move.
The sunshine at noon stirs up the smoke and dust of vicissitudes of life, and is filled with a bitter taste. After constant urging, my father reluctantly put down the plow and quickly picked up Ethiopians Escort‘s clothes and wiped them into a stream. Sweat-like, and then smiled naively. The cow was wet all over, with smoke coming out of its nostrils and mouth. My father’s trousers and legs were also stained with soil. While drinking water, he looked lovingly at the unfinished fields, or wiped sweat with his hands that were as rough as old tree bark. Ethiopians SugardaddySpeaking of it, my father’s sweat beads were not only hot, but also weak. He fell to the ground with a “thread” sound, soaking the white field bank.
My father drank a few sips of water, sat on the field ridge, filled the hookah, lit the match, and took two beautiful puffs, and all the fatigue disappeared. All the effort spent in the field of broad beans crawled out of the soil, Ethiopia Sugar Daddy threw himself on his father. His father became more energetic, straightened the rake and continued to move forward…
My father worked day and night guarding the broad bean field, until his hands were covered with calluses. , I was so tired that I bent my waist. Zhang Gong, but my father is still cheerful, because he has sown too much hope in the land. I think that in those lonely dawns accompanied by the singing of birds and insects, my father must have told Broad Bean about the wonderful longing for the future; those with the morning glow. Liulan stays togetherEthiopia Sugar‘s father must have confided a lot of his life’s heartfelt feelings to Broad Bean in the lonely evenings; in those lonely nights with the breeze and the bright moon, his father must have talked to Broad Bean Nagging a lot of inner thoughtsEthiopians Sugardaddy……
The broad bean seedlings are worthy of their father. In the continuous spring rain, the green branches are like cheerful girls, posing towards ItEthiopia Sugar Daddy always seems impossible until it’s done. Standing tall; in the rumbling spring thunder, each one jumped up stronger than the other with all its strength. When the old willow branches by the pool were in full bloom, the plants were covered with jasper-like pods. The strings are neatly arranged, plump and shiny, like skilled men with low eyebrows who don’t want to lift her up in front of springET. The Escorts have shy faces, but their plump waists and healthy complexions are irresistibly beautiful. After dinner, my father always goes to the fields to check on the situation. He walks from one end of the broad bean field to the other. He turned his head and turned back, just like a general, inEthiopians Escortreviews his troops or squats in the field, gently caressing the broad beans and looking at his native children
Early summer, broad beansET Escorts has matured. The difficulties that my father had draped over his body and dormant in his heart flew out like a sparrow, squattingEthiopia Sugar Daddy was chirping loudly on the eaves of my house, flapping its wings and flying away. My father’s eyes narrowed., grinned. After a summer of hard work, a spring of hard work, and half a summer of care, Broad Bean is like the sister next door. In the mother’s ardent hope, she has become a bride with abundant wealth in May. At this time, my father Ethiopians Escort felt very at ease, as happy as having done something earth-shattering.
After harvesting the broad beans, my brothers and sisters, my father’s children who had grown in the soil, were carried to the drying field and welcomed into the house. Sickles, wooden plows, and ropes, these good helpers for my father, were all added to my favorites by my father. The taste of broad beans, hanging on the eavesEthiopians Escort sickles, sharp; standing on the wallEthiopians EscortThe corner of the wooden plow is shining; hanging from the rope on the wall is dangling. My father was content and happy no matter where he went…
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