2010.4.27 Tuesday Ching
Today is the day after the surgery his father, the younger brother of care.
Seven more, I rode the tram to go the way to work. Wind was blowing, the sun was shining, the wind just days. Vehicles still, pedestrians still different, the leaves of new shoots have become green. The branches and leaves, like green up overnight. Green wheat fields, the occasional embellishment of the rape of a small piece of gold from afar, like a beautiful picture.
This spring in the scenes, how gorgeous, how provoke the eyes!
In fact, I just do not see the familiar three-day view. Goodbye, just like Geshi.
Father was in hospital surgery a few days, I have touched many. Alive, how beautiful, healthy and how important it is!
Chunhuaqiuyue, Xia Yu winter snow, warcraft gold, warcraft gold and if so, with occasional, between past and present. Live life one by one from the birth, to grow up and mature, to aging and death. Through thousands of years, who can escape the threat of disease and death destiny?
Once the passing of life, but also how to enjoy their loved ones caress? Also how to see Yunjuanyunshu towards the evening watch the sunset sky? Also how to listen to natural sounds in the sounds of nature?
Time went by really fast! Half months ago, still tours pear, can be instant, Hua Shi do, Mao leaves of spring and old. Always walked with hurried gait season, keep the forward, forward. Look at it urgently hurried look, I want to reach out to retain, let it stay for a while beside me, but useless.
Another superb people skills, who can do with the time invincible?
Cherish life, cherish the beloved family, out of pity for people to take immediate pursuit of that truth, in the living, is very important!
2010年8月23日星期一
Father surgery
2010.4.26 Monday Ching
Father's surgery this morning.
Before surgery, the father feeling bad, a bit nervous, I tried to comfort him a few words, they worry that increased the burden of his heart, so I was just silent. Little sister said: "Dad, are you afraid of it?" I'm busy taking over her words: "What's so scary, and only a small operation." I suggest his father let him relax.
When approaching 8:00, a nurse came to Ward: "29 to prepare the operating room." "Brother has not arrived yet, waiting for a while." I tried to get him before the surgery to see his only son. Exactly, my brother arrived, and I, my brother, little sister and her father went to the operating room. May be strained, perhaps afraid of the accident, his father in tears. I comforted him busy: "minor surgery, and soon came out."
Eight o'clock, my father into the operating room, a few back to the ward sister that we wait, the time was one minute and second diversion, 8:40 time-sharing, I read the following table. In accordance with the scheduled time, ten o'clock to come out. 9:30, we waited in the operating room door. There's a bench, sat the families of many patients.
Many family members of patients in the corridor leading to the operating room, the anxious waiting, the direction of the operating room from time to time to look around. One minute, two minutes ... ... just think time slowed down. Approaching 10 o'clock, I think father is almost out of the bar, but still not received notification of nurses. Fortunately, my husband is the People's Hospital, doctors in the operating room where he stayed with his father, which made me feel comfortable. After a child, I played her husband's cell phone, he said: "No local anesthesia, then general anesthesia, anesthesia actually spent two hours on surgery only just begun." Maybe I can really some anxious.
11 o'clock, we have several people from the ward sister returned to the operating room door waiting.
Spring sun, shining through the windows of the warm, wind was blowing, a three-year-old girl Qi Mei short hair, a small red apple cheeks, and she was wearing red sweater, black Huaqun, looks very cute. In the operating room of the gallery on her naughty ran, the mother sitting on a chair and said to her: "go slowly." "Mom, I slowly run to!" She said, very pure Mandarin, probably not We are local.
Watch this cute little girl, I just feel like life blooming buds in March, the beautiful and crisp.
Soon, a young man was pushed out from the operating room, this lovely child rushed back and forth, helping my mother carts, watching the man in bed with closed eyes, sharp girl shouted: "Dad! "It's beautiful and touching the child sound, just like sounds of nature for a long time resounded in my heart. This morning I heard the most pleasant voice, but I am here clearly has the air is so depressed and dull.
It should be said, when a channel leading to pain and health is also a leading start and end of life passage. Some children, born here, and some patients may be on the operating table can no longer open my eyes.
About 11 when I heard there on the operating table of the maternal birth to twin sons, one of which is hold out the child's father is very pleased to see next to people head out of that baby. But not far from an old woman, weeping, said: "spread the." May be her relatives had cancer.
Approaching 12, his father was launching the operating room, I quickly went to his father's side, asked the voice: "Dad, are you sick?" Not uncomfortable. "My father in a hoarse whisper. But I clearly see the father's eyes tears flow, looking weak after the father, my eyes are Sese. Although I believe there will be no surgery, but I still felt and experienced the Father a life and death, leaving, as his father, after all, is a 80-year-old. Fortunately, his father's operation was a success, but this was my one mind.
Tense and anxious when I spend this special day, late sit down, beating the time of this diary, my heart was much more relaxing.
Father's surgery this morning.
Before surgery, the father feeling bad, a bit nervous, I tried to comfort him a few words, they worry that increased the burden of his heart, so I was just silent. Little sister said: "Dad, are you afraid of it?" I'm busy taking over her words: "What's so scary, and only a small operation." I suggest his father let him relax.
When approaching 8:00, a nurse came to Ward: "29 to prepare the operating room." "Brother has not arrived yet, waiting for a while." I tried to get him before the surgery to see his only son. Exactly, my brother arrived, and I, my brother, little sister and her father went to the operating room. May be strained, perhaps afraid of the accident, his father in tears. I comforted him busy: "minor surgery, and soon came out."
Eight o'clock, my father into the operating room, a few back to the ward sister that we wait, the time was one minute and second diversion, 8:40 time-sharing, I read the following table. In accordance with the scheduled time, ten o'clock to come out. 9:30, we waited in the operating room door. There's a bench, sat the families of many patients.
Many family members of patients in the corridor leading to the operating room, the anxious waiting, the direction of the operating room from time to time to look around. One minute, two minutes ... ... just think time slowed down. Approaching 10 o'clock, I think father is almost out of the bar, but still not received notification of nurses. Fortunately, my husband is the People's Hospital, doctors in the operating room where he stayed with his father, which made me feel comfortable. After a child, I played her husband's cell phone, he said: "No local anesthesia, then general anesthesia, anesthesia actually spent two hours on surgery only just begun." Maybe I can really some anxious.
11 o'clock, we have several people from the ward sister returned to the operating room door waiting.
Spring sun, shining through the windows of the warm, wind was blowing, a three-year-old girl Qi Mei short hair, a small red apple cheeks, and she was wearing red sweater, black Huaqun, looks very cute. In the operating room of the gallery on her naughty ran, the mother sitting on a chair and said to her: "go slowly." "Mom, I slowly run to!" She said, very pure Mandarin, probably not We are local.
Watch this cute little girl, I just feel like life blooming buds in March, the beautiful and crisp.
Soon, a young man was pushed out from the operating room, this lovely child rushed back and forth, helping my mother carts, watching the man in bed with closed eyes, sharp girl shouted: "Dad! "It's beautiful and touching the child sound, just like sounds of nature for a long time resounded in my heart. This morning I heard the most pleasant voice, but I am here clearly has the air is so depressed and dull.
It should be said, when a channel leading to pain and health is also a leading start and end of life passage. Some children, born here, and some patients may be on the operating table can no longer open my eyes.
About 11 when I heard there on the operating table of the maternal birth to twin sons, one of which is hold out the child's father is very pleased to see next to people head out of that baby. But not far from an old woman, weeping, said: "spread the." May be her relatives had cancer.
Approaching 12, his father was launching the operating room, I quickly went to his father's side, asked the voice: "Dad, are you sick?" Not uncomfortable. "My father in a hoarse whisper. But I clearly see the father's eyes tears flow, looking weak after the father, my eyes are Sese. Although I believe there will be no surgery, but I still felt and experienced the Father a life and death, leaving, as his father, after all, is a 80-year-old. Fortunately, his father's operation was a success, but this was my one mind.
Tense and anxious when I spend this special day, late sit down, beating the time of this diary, my heart was much more relaxing.
His father the day before surgery
2010.4.25 Sun Rain
Father would surgery tomorrow, and I accompanied him in the ward. See me not leave his side, he several times said to me: "You go home, I did not hang the water, do not you take care of."
"You're here, how bearable I go home?" I refuse to his father.
30 The patient is a 77-year-old, he was hernia, today is the third day after surgery to restore the good, can get out of bed on the bench. I looked at the elderly clinical and comfort his father said: "You see, do not worry, be well soon."
Father suffering from hernia for several years, in recent months sicker, I have repeatedly asked him to surgery, he did not agree. In to the hospital, many people do not agree with him doing this surgery, but this time I insist that he brought. It is said that he so much older, you can live several years longer 做啥 surgery, blind waste of money.
Father has been 78 years old, young, eating so many bitter, middle-aged Shiyou lost my mother, I want him to grow old with him less pain or illness. So, I will not hesitate.
A few years ago, his father lost tooth How many pieces, because my negligence, he missed the best chance to pack tooth, and later, when I think of make up, his alveolar has been polished, can not be bordered, this became my eternal regret. So, in his father's lifetime, I do not want to leave other regret.
Wind and rain for a walk in life, gone through ups and downs suffering nearly 80-year-old, perhaps on the eve of his life not far away, maybe soon he might leave me, so I think my efforts, so that he life extension, extended.
Morning, the doctor told me to sign a single surgery, I picked up the pen to sign their name when one after another, and could feel his father's life on hold in my hands, I never felt, write the name of each is so heavy, weighty.
Seen next to the old restored good feeling much better father afternoon, his face marked with laughter. I know she thought relaxed, which is conducive to his surgery tomorrow.
Father would surgery tomorrow, and I accompanied him in the ward. See me not leave his side, he several times said to me: "You go home, I did not hang the water, do not you take care of."
"You're here, how bearable I go home?" I refuse to his father.
30 The patient is a 77-year-old, he was hernia, today is the third day after surgery to restore the good, can get out of bed on the bench. I looked at the elderly clinical and comfort his father said: "You see, do not worry, be well soon."
Father suffering from hernia for several years, in recent months sicker, I have repeatedly asked him to surgery, he did not agree. In to the hospital, many people do not agree with him doing this surgery, but this time I insist that he brought. It is said that he so much older, you can live several years longer 做啥 surgery, blind waste of money.
Father has been 78 years old, young, eating so many bitter, middle-aged Shiyou lost my mother, I want him to grow old with him less pain or illness. So, I will not hesitate.
A few years ago, his father lost tooth How many pieces, because my negligence, he missed the best chance to pack tooth, and later, when I think of make up, his alveolar has been polished, can not be bordered, this became my eternal regret. So, in his father's lifetime, I do not want to leave other regret.
Wind and rain for a walk in life, gone through ups and downs suffering nearly 80-year-old, perhaps on the eve of his life not far away, maybe soon he might leave me, so I think my efforts, so that he life extension, extended.
Morning, the doctor told me to sign a single surgery, I picked up the pen to sign their name when one after another, and could feel his father's life on hold in my hands, I never felt, write the name of each is so heavy, weighty.
Seen next to the old restored good feeling much better father afternoon, his face marked with laughter. I know she thought relaxed, which is conducive to his surgery tomorrow.
Father doctor
2010.4.24 Sat clear
Sat down to write this article, it is 21:50. A busy day, tired, exhausted.
6:30 get up, with his father to the people hospital. Downstairs, I want to Chanfu father, he said: "I do not want your help." "Then you slowly." Father leaning staircase handrails, step by step down the road, I followed him around. To the second floor when for some reason, his father suddenly changes expression, it seems very sad look, eyes with tears. I tried to comfort him busy: "minor surgery, no harm."
Father had a hernia has been for years, because he had cerebral infarction, the body is not very good, so I delayed surgery. His condition worsened this year, I want to take him to the hospital several times, he said: "so much older, not surgery." He was hard-won through ideological work to do.
My father and I to the hospital, her husband arranged nursing blood, blood pressure, perspective. Father with my husband in the back of his attachment to us, just like I was a child attached to him. Blood pressure, the doctor let my father off to the outside of the gown, and I helped him pull down a sleeve, then Push up his underwear stroke. The doctor said his father's blood pressure a little high, high 170, but not much prejudice, I'm busy relaxing on the father said: "The blood pressure is normal, it does not matter." I was relieved his father, after all, old, and he has 78 years, life rain bending his waist, destroyed his body.
48 years after the death of his mother, father had not remarried, to provoke him alone the burden of the family, bringing our six adult sisters. Really very difficult.
To the father checked, I buy food home to cook, keep the busy. Afternoon, I was mopping the floor, his father sat on the sofa, watching TV, he looked at me and kept the pick up home, distressed to say: "See you busy day."
Night, washing clothes, is more than nine, I went to my father's room, thinking he was asleep, gently help him pull the quilt on the jacket, he made a movement, said: "You stay up for ? "" Wait a moment. "I reply. The original, the father did not really sleep.
I see the doctor with his father, he was in mind; I do housework, he saw in the eyes. Father, although he was old, but not confused, his heart is still filled with his daughter.
Sat down to write this article, it is 21:50. A busy day, tired, exhausted.
6:30 get up, with his father to the people hospital. Downstairs, I want to Chanfu father, he said: "I do not want your help." "Then you slowly." Father leaning staircase handrails, step by step down the road, I followed him around. To the second floor when for some reason, his father suddenly changes expression, it seems very sad look, eyes with tears. I tried to comfort him busy: "minor surgery, no harm."
Father had a hernia has been for years, because he had cerebral infarction, the body is not very good, so I delayed surgery. His condition worsened this year, I want to take him to the hospital several times, he said: "so much older, not surgery." He was hard-won through ideological work to do.
My father and I to the hospital, her husband arranged nursing blood, blood pressure, perspective. Father with my husband in the back of his attachment to us, just like I was a child attached to him. Blood pressure, the doctor let my father off to the outside of the gown, and I helped him pull down a sleeve, then Push up his underwear stroke. The doctor said his father's blood pressure a little high, high 170, but not much prejudice, I'm busy relaxing on the father said: "The blood pressure is normal, it does not matter." I was relieved his father, after all, old, and he has 78 years, life rain bending his waist, destroyed his body.
48 years after the death of his mother, father had not remarried, to provoke him alone the burden of the family, bringing our six adult sisters. Really very difficult.
To the father checked, I buy food home to cook, keep the busy. Afternoon, I was mopping the floor, his father sat on the sofa, watching TV, he looked at me and kept the pick up home, distressed to say: "See you busy day."
Night, washing clothes, is more than nine, I went to my father's room, thinking he was asleep, gently help him pull the quilt on the jacket, he made a movement, said: "You stay up for ? "" Wait a moment. "I reply. The original, the father did not really sleep.
I see the doctor with his father, he was in mind; I do housework, he saw in the eyes. Father, although he was old, but not confused, his heart is still filled with his daughter.
Spring rummage
2010.4.21 Wednesday rain
Liu bud short willows children long gone leaves Qinghuang.
Spring had come, can be torn rain, always gives the feeling of chill, winter jacket, still wearing the body. Spring came late this year, seasons have been to the Grain Rain, can still find a warm feeling.
My husband had urged me to spring to find out, but I always postponed, then postponed. The first day is still cold and cool, the second is the trouble. What I fear most seasons change, the rummaging clothing, time-consuming, troublesome.
My husband said: "The trouble, do not find it? You sooner or later turned out to be."
Today, I finally spring clothes, the lowest from the closet turned out. I took a piece and put her daughter's bed, bottoming shirt, sportswear, pajamas, the heap of a mess, the more I climb disorder, heart mess. Meanwhile a winter sweater, thermal underwear, thick socks, from the above shifted down the closet, but also on the bed. Some clothing did not even know how to categorize it up a little early as Mianmao Ku, and do not accept it, next time have to re-order wardrobe. Real trouble!
When I took it a piece of clothing, the distinct feeling that they also took three of us in body temperature, and some still wear clothes last week, today, put it into the bottom of the closet. Dug out next time, when worn, is over two seasons.
The win put the clothes from, I saw the palm of time, gently stretch came to me quietly, I stretched over to the all-pervasive. Some old clothes, and not love, I will use a plastic bag up, but the old clothes have a distinct taste of time, which the slightest wear lines, it faded pants and shirts, those furry clothing The filaments and fly in my room, into dust.
In this way more than an hour turned, or confusedly, and not tell in the end is spring or winter. Like the days are very dull day, today and tomorrow no clear boundaries, but the time and goes forward with real, everyday people have a mature, aging.
Time, no trace, but every minute seemed to record a piece in that yellow fat old clothes.
Liu bud short willows children long gone leaves Qinghuang.
Spring had come, can be torn rain, always gives the feeling of chill, winter jacket, still wearing the body. Spring came late this year, seasons have been to the Grain Rain, can still find a warm feeling.
My husband had urged me to spring to find out, but I always postponed, then postponed. The first day is still cold and cool, the second is the trouble. What I fear most seasons change, the rummaging clothing, time-consuming, troublesome.
My husband said: "The trouble, do not find it? You sooner or later turned out to be."
Today, I finally spring clothes, the lowest from the closet turned out. I took a piece and put her daughter's bed, bottoming shirt, sportswear, pajamas, the heap of a mess, the more I climb disorder, heart mess. Meanwhile a winter sweater, thermal underwear, thick socks, from the above shifted down the closet, but also on the bed. Some clothing did not even know how to categorize it up a little early as Mianmao Ku, and do not accept it, next time have to re-order wardrobe. Real trouble!
When I took it a piece of clothing, the distinct feeling that they also took three of us in body temperature, and some still wear clothes last week, today, put it into the bottom of the closet. Dug out next time, when worn, is over two seasons.
The win put the clothes from, I saw the palm of time, gently stretch came to me quietly, I stretched over to the all-pervasive. Some old clothes, and not love, I will use a plastic bag up, but the old clothes have a distinct taste of time, which the slightest wear lines, it faded pants and shirts, those furry clothing The filaments and fly in my room, into dust.
In this way more than an hour turned, or confusedly, and not tell in the end is spring or winter. Like the days are very dull day, today and tomorrow no clear boundaries, but the time and goes forward with real, everyday people have a mature, aging.
Time, no trace, but every minute seemed to record a piece in that yellow fat old clothes.
Caprice rain
Raining again. Few degrees east, with several fly.
Torn rainy, cold weather first warm first moment they hit wind attack, while a drizzle, the spring is really the children crying and laughing, people were angry.
Shower curtain, the days of Tide, to wet, gray around the world a gray, absorbing the gorgeous colors. I rode the tram, dressed in raincoats, walking in the rain and fog in gray. Vehicles, pedestrians, passing, toward their own way home.
The pattering rain, playing in my poncho, the crackle sound. Through the fuzzy lens, I looked up front, the river on both sides of the new willow branches in the rain with swagger. Arcadia 10 000 branches, with hairy creeping things, and I wiped his hand lens, look carefully, it is clearly Tulv of new shoots.
If those who dream of looking like the new green smoke, my thoughts like rain incessantly beneath the bitter with.
When spring comes, I'll be searching in an attempt to flowers, from the willow branches on the Midao spring footprint. However, spring always comes late, too late. I am inquiring at the office, winter jasmine opened it? Apricot Peach opened it? Day, colleagues said, winter jasmine has opened the door on the left there are two auspicious tree.
I quickly took the digital camera to take pictures. When I pointed the camera lens which Can yellow winter jasmine tree, its flowering Masamori. Those stunning eyes of jasmine, garden trees Thriving, endure endure crowded crowded, bustling downtown noise, it seems to be twisted by the rack branches. Spring, and it was gorgeous tree branches hanging in the Spring Festival! I'm just glad to find the spring. I went to shoot apricot, film reviving the wheat seedling. I would like to capture bits and pieces of spring changes.
Thinking about this time last year, and I, as now, in search of the spring can be an instant all year. One year spent similar, but each year who may be different. Fleeting as prick pain of my heart. That year, also yellow decals on the mirror today, but memories in the rain Love; that year, was a slim and of the Li-mei, today, is no longer the old people.
When too thin, too wide fingers, those moments of beauty, turned around, seems to be spent next year. Sigh with: Wine, flowers young things, not muddy like the old feelings.
The face of Xiaoxiao's rain, no wonder there are more Xichun ancient Spring and the Impressions!
"Rain Wang lunacy March evening, up to the door the evening, do not intend to stay in the spring of living." Late March evening, silent dusk, the spring rush, unable to retain. In these circumstances, the number of life perception! That the person listening to the rain Gechuang children, whether as me? In looking forward to spring, sigh a fleeting time.
"Wind slender thin drizzle, 10000 Yangliuqing smoke inside. Love the wet tree can not afford to spend fly." Good wind, rain Run, the city is willow, lush, 10,000 houses, shaded by the willows, the green fog of smoke in. What a bright spring scene! Unfortunately, the spring would quietly go back, that branch can not bear to leave the wet flower, how nostalgia Blossoming time!
Spring is the first in four seasons, all life started to recover, naturally present exuberant vitality, who do not want to keep it? However, the pace of time, always rush too hastily. Spring is drifting far away.
Watching the rain falling aimlessly, my mind float along. I thought of the dead youth, thought about from the middle-aged.
To me, the youth became a floating inside the misty rain Her last request. Just think, middle age, the time off really fast, year after year, blink of an eye of a wave, and disappeared. I found time to rush, and sighed when to switch back to actively look for, it only left a vague gesture of desolation.
Amidst thin, mining the clouds, fillip fleeting life too. Fingertips, the roots of old.
I remember thinking: This is beyond how to spend? It to writing for pleasure, this book to friends now! I want to in the text, to look for, I past lives of real and moving.
Rain is still with, walk in the rain, I again received the baptism of the spirit ... ...
Torn rainy, cold weather first warm first moment they hit wind attack, while a drizzle, the spring is really the children crying and laughing, people were angry.
Shower curtain, the days of Tide, to wet, gray around the world a gray, absorbing the gorgeous colors. I rode the tram, dressed in raincoats, walking in the rain and fog in gray. Vehicles, pedestrians, passing, toward their own way home.
The pattering rain, playing in my poncho, the crackle sound. Through the fuzzy lens, I looked up front, the river on both sides of the new willow branches in the rain with swagger. Arcadia 10 000 branches, with hairy creeping things, and I wiped his hand lens, look carefully, it is clearly Tulv of new shoots.
If those who dream of looking like the new green smoke, my thoughts like rain incessantly beneath the bitter with.
When spring comes, I'll be searching in an attempt to flowers, from the willow branches on the Midao spring footprint. However, spring always comes late, too late. I am inquiring at the office, winter jasmine opened it? Apricot Peach opened it? Day, colleagues said, winter jasmine has opened the door on the left there are two auspicious tree.
I quickly took the digital camera to take pictures. When I pointed the camera lens which Can yellow winter jasmine tree, its flowering Masamori. Those stunning eyes of jasmine, garden trees Thriving, endure endure crowded crowded, bustling downtown noise, it seems to be twisted by the rack branches. Spring, and it was gorgeous tree branches hanging in the Spring Festival! I'm just glad to find the spring. I went to shoot apricot, film reviving the wheat seedling. I would like to capture bits and pieces of spring changes.
Thinking about this time last year, and I, as now, in search of the spring can be an instant all year. One year spent similar, but each year who may be different. Fleeting as prick pain of my heart. That year, also yellow decals on the mirror today, but memories in the rain Love; that year, was a slim and of the Li-mei, today, is no longer the old people.
When too thin, too wide fingers, those moments of beauty, turned around, seems to be spent next year. Sigh with: Wine, flowers young things, not muddy like the old feelings.
The face of Xiaoxiao's rain, no wonder there are more Xichun ancient Spring and the Impressions!
"Rain Wang lunacy March evening, up to the door the evening, do not intend to stay in the spring of living." Late March evening, silent dusk, the spring rush, unable to retain. In these circumstances, the number of life perception! That the person listening to the rain Gechuang children, whether as me? In looking forward to spring, sigh a fleeting time.
"Wind slender thin drizzle, 10000 Yangliuqing smoke inside. Love the wet tree can not afford to spend fly." Good wind, rain Run, the city is willow, lush, 10,000 houses, shaded by the willows, the green fog of smoke in. What a bright spring scene! Unfortunately, the spring would quietly go back, that branch can not bear to leave the wet flower, how nostalgia Blossoming time!
Spring is the first in four seasons, all life started to recover, naturally present exuberant vitality, who do not want to keep it? However, the pace of time, always rush too hastily. Spring is drifting far away.
Watching the rain falling aimlessly, my mind float along. I thought of the dead youth, thought about from the middle-aged.
To me, the youth became a floating inside the misty rain Her last request. Just think, middle age, the time off really fast, year after year, blink of an eye of a wave, and disappeared. I found time to rush, and sighed when to switch back to actively look for, it only left a vague gesture of desolation.
Amidst thin, mining the clouds, fillip fleeting life too. Fingertips, the roots of old.
I remember thinking: This is beyond how to spend? It to writing for pleasure, this book to friends now! I want to in the text, to look for, I past lives of real and moving.
Rain is still with, walk in the rain, I again received the baptism of the spirit ... ...
Buy new clothes
2010.4.9 Fine Friday
These two days, tired. Finished "Sadness Zhuo Wenjun" article, I would pretty tired. Yongnaoguodu, poor sleep (as I like sleeping), resulting in dizzy during the day.
Afternoon meeting to end, I go shopping, relax. I want to buy two coats.
Since the spring, I have repeatedly run the clothing store, but do not buy clothes that fit. Chun-neck short, and many clothing store owner not into spring, so that is last year's Chenhuo large. Style and material, all I despise, and emphasis on young women's clothing, decorative, mosaic, slim, short, mostly I do not love.
The family closet, hanging me a lot of clothes, but by the time the season changed, or feeling of nothing to wear, I suspect that it is not new clothes right. Through repulsive, gave the young girl, she put down like when the baby back home.
Clothes, more attention to grades, and buy the clothes must be beautiful, better material and style to the new. So, I like to run brand-name stores, as long as the fancy, and would be willing to spend money. To this end, her husband taunted me: You are really generous, buy clothes and even the eyes are blinking. Like that of my colleagues said, women buy clothes to start with their own ruthless point.
Saddle horse ornaments were decorated clothing, dress appropriately generous, can show a person's temperament, intrinsic and well cultured. I really care about matching colors and styles, be upside down with harmony, and gives a sense of beauty. Therefore, I hope to wear out the clothes are self-confident, unique.
Later, I fancy a horse black lotus dew point of the summer white shirt, tulle sleeves, shrink the bottom, relaxed seating arrangement, a small V-shaped collar, it and me. Female shop owner looked at me about the man in the mirror and said: "This dress, you look very elegant to wear." Feels pretty good, I bought down. I think the following paragraph accompanied by a Korean version of loose white trousers, pedal high heels, it should be good results.
I mention the clothes home, nearly seven, her husband was not at home, I called to tell him: I bought new clothes, let him money or. He said the home at that. He has been very generous, as long as I want to buy clothes, he was most willing to sponsor. In fact, my home is my palm with economic power it is mainly to him of robbing the people involved.
These two days, tired. Finished "Sadness Zhuo Wenjun" article, I would pretty tired. Yongnaoguodu, poor sleep (as I like sleeping), resulting in dizzy during the day.
Afternoon meeting to end, I go shopping, relax. I want to buy two coats.
Since the spring, I have repeatedly run the clothing store, but do not buy clothes that fit. Chun-neck short, and many clothing store owner not into spring, so that is last year's Chenhuo large. Style and material, all I despise, and emphasis on young women's clothing, decorative, mosaic, slim, short, mostly I do not love.
The family closet, hanging me a lot of clothes, but by the time the season changed, or feeling of nothing to wear, I suspect that it is not new clothes right. Through repulsive, gave the young girl, she put down like when the baby back home.
Clothes, more attention to grades, and buy the clothes must be beautiful, better material and style to the new. So, I like to run brand-name stores, as long as the fancy, and would be willing to spend money. To this end, her husband taunted me: You are really generous, buy clothes and even the eyes are blinking. Like that of my colleagues said, women buy clothes to start with their own ruthless point.
Saddle horse ornaments were decorated clothing, dress appropriately generous, can show a person's temperament, intrinsic and well cultured. I really care about matching colors and styles, be upside down with harmony, and gives a sense of beauty. Therefore, I hope to wear out the clothes are self-confident, unique.
Later, I fancy a horse black lotus dew point of the summer white shirt, tulle sleeves, shrink the bottom, relaxed seating arrangement, a small V-shaped collar, it and me. Female shop owner looked at me about the man in the mirror and said: "This dress, you look very elegant to wear." Feels pretty good, I bought down. I think the following paragraph accompanied by a Korean version of loose white trousers, pedal high heels, it should be good results.
I mention the clothes home, nearly seven, her husband was not at home, I called to tell him: I bought new clothes, let him money or. He said the home at that. He has been very generous, as long as I want to buy clothes, he was most willing to sponsor. In fact, my home is my palm with economic power it is mainly to him of robbing the people involved.
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