, hung by the Spring Temple, and the village was surrounded by a family living in the temple.The man in this family has some skill, and the woman will do this very well. The direction is different.Huang Weiye did not say what to do, though the temple was small, but it was really good.The water in the winter is still flowing, and it does not know where to come. And there is a column of purple vines in the garden, a string of flowers when the flowers bloom.Lang Junan sat there with his child in his arms. The branches fell down and became swings, and one of them was strong. The old man sat beside him. The Yellow Oriole looked happy.The scenery is really good. The snow has not yet melted. The artistic conception is very beautiful, and the surrounding areas are all bamboo forests.
“. Letundefineds all go out and play.” Lang Chun-nan likes, ah, she likes the old three. The child has a sweet mouth. The car was bought, to tell the truth, spent a lot of money, Huang Weiye himself does not have so much money, no matter how hard he can save this money by his wages. The money was taken by Lang Chun-nan, thinking about the convenience of going out, especially to the hospital, otherwise such a young child would be able to twitch immediately if he said an emergency. Lang Chun-nan really has money in his hands. There are a lot of goldfish in his hands. Buying a car is not a problem. It was still a celebrity in the Republic of China. There is a car, really convenient a lot of weekend with the Huang Ying out to play, the child does not pull the face. Quite happy to go out, go to the market shop to take a stroll, very interesting.
. She liked to go to temples. Some people were born with the Buddha and should serve the Buddha. Since I am happy, I donundefinedt sleep, with Huang Weiye together, Huang Wei-ye never said that the child is not good, whatever it is, a kiss hugging high, a period of jingle. “Uncle, take me with you. I havenundefinedt been there. My parents didnundefinedt have to say it. They all went to my grandmaundefineds house.” Song Zhimin arrived early, and knew he was going, and Kabbah followed him with his little eyes. The author has something to say: my classmate went to Tibet, served for seven years, sent me a video at noon today. My first reaction was to get up and find the best angle. I asked her if I was getting old. She said I was still like before, and that moment I wanted to cry. I asked her if she would go home for the Chinese New year. She said she didnundefinedt know. Now Tibet to Hebei canundefinedt come back if it doesnundefinedt buy a ticket. She was very strong. At first we agreed to go together, but in the end I didnundefinedt go, because I knew I could not come back after a lifetime. I served in the mainland for five years. She told me that she had found a boyfriend there, who was not handsome and very fat. She hoped she would be happy. I mean it.