Aynaz Saboori
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How to explain? How to understand? What do we do with all the injustice?
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Low laughing point is fun
My husband has a new company, and I heard that his boss is from my hometown, a brisk northeastern man, who is still generous and enthusiastic despite his age. I can't help but laugh: "enthusiasm is the nature of northerners, and has nothing to do with age." My husband was also happy, "You, you have a low laughing point, is such a small thing also funny?" I nodded my head like garlic, of course, listening to you talk nonsense is very funny ah. He immediately put on a submissive look and bowed to me, looking at his funny face, I laughed, even more, and the family atmosphere suddenly showed harmony.
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
Wife whispers
Couples whisper, if not separated, or broken feelings, in bed together, about every day to say. But to see it in writing, and to publish it for people to see, but is not an easy thing. Mr. Lu Xun said, dreaming is free, but talking about dreams is not so free. The same is true of "whispers". The real whisper, I think is not to resort to people, otherwise, it becomes a widely known "public word", and lost the meaning of "whisper"; In addition, since the couple, it is no more than a lover in love, whispering, or sweet as honey, or sour as plum, even if bitter. Or sour like plum, even if it is bitter, but also as bitter gourd with a sweet. The whispers between husband and wife, trivial, nagging, bumping, small to chicken, big to comment on the world, all aspects of human nature, are revealed in the whispers. Therefore, the richness of the couple's whispers is natural. But to sift through, pick one or two pieces to say to everyone to hear, but do not know where to start.
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
The moment of blindfold
The name of that game has been forgotten, only remember the specific process: two teams, one with a blindfold over the eyes, became blind; while the other closed his mouth, and became mute. So the mute pulled the blind man over various obstacles - a low hill stacked with three chairs indoors, a few long wooden chairs in the corridor made of strange climbing objects, long steps; jumping down a not-so-short mud pit, then climbing up the mud pit, and then into the gap between the fence and the house that only allowed one person to enter and exit ......
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
White Crane Lady
On an autumn morning, the breeze was cool. Yongchun's first town, Yujin, was crowded with people at this time. Some fist-pumping, eager to try; some tense face, heavy heart; some in the whisper, seem to be facing some big change. The tense atmosphere is like a summer storm before a particularly stifling heat, so that people can not breathe. "Here it comes!" I do not know who suddenly shouted so, people looked at the sound, the wide street at the end of a large group of people came forward and back.
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
Li Qitong retreated the fat monk
Some were admired by the masters, and those who were confident in their high skills came to compete in the art. On this day, a cargo ship came downstream in the canal, with an apricot yellow flag on board, with the four words "North and South without hindrance". On the bow of the ship stood a fat monk, carrying a convenient shovel, escorting the ship. Once he entered Cangzhou, he deliberately shouted at the top of his voice.
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
The Retired Swordsman
The wind stopped, the branch does not move, the leaves do not shake, the flowers closed pistils; the moon stopped, the clouds rested, the birds fled; water does not flow, the fish dived bottom, shrimp into the mud, even the air is frozen. Because a man, a swordsman, a cross-legged swordsman sitting high on the railing of the Fu An Bridge.
By Aynaz Saboori3 years ago in Fiction
