Zhang Dwaj
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All said give up. Why leave memories. Don't come back.
Since Dad's stomach was partially cut out, he can no longer enjoy his mom's fried eggs at the breakfast table. It was an unfortunate thing. Once, Su Yuanzhi even said to me, "It's strange, it's just fried eggs, why are yours so good?" The fragile shells of the eggs rattled gently on the edge of the pan, and because of the gentle movement, no one who heard it would associate it with "breaking into pieces". It was always at this moment that Mom would say to herself, "I hate dripping egg whites on the side of the pan." She probably didn't realize that she said this almost every time she fried an egg. The egg white was like a big, soft raindrop, dripping down with precision, hardened by the piping hot oil drops subsumed into a neat white snowflake. Mom didn't think the shape was round enough, so she gently rested the shape around the edge with a spatula, as if she was making a sculpture, and the bright yolks trembled faintly with crystal. Then Mom turned them over just right, not a step too early and not a step too late.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
If success is compared to climbing to the sky, self-learning is the ladder of success
But it was because I was not a spectator that I hated her at that moment. She knew full well that her brother was no match for her, she knew full well that he would eventually forgive her.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Whenever possible, be prepared to live alone
"Oh." Grandma suddenly remembered something very important, "But you can't go on Sunday, your brother and the others are coming over on Sunday." She was talking about my great-uncle who had shipped her to Dragon City like a piece of express mail.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
