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Fight the good fight against animal cruelty in the beauty world; a roundup of cruelty-free makeup and skincare brands and how-tos to become a more conscious consumer.
There was once
There was once a fisherman who could never catch enough fish to feed his family. One day, when he was pulling the net, he felt that the net was very heavy, and he pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled up a crab so huge that the fisherman could hardly see it with his two eyes. Oh, I got it this time! You can trade it for some corn mash to give the children a supper."
By john hernandez3 years ago in Blush
Discover the Natural Goodness of Carrier Oils
Introduction Arezou By Ishita Saxena presents an exquisite collection of organic cold-pressed carrier oils that serve as exceptional. Nature has always provided us with remarkable solutions in the realm of beauty and wellness, and carrier oils stand out as one of these incredible gifts. With a focus on nourishing and enhancing your skin and hair naturally, Arezou's range of carrier oils caters specifically to sensitive skin, providing gentle and soothing moisturization. Let's explore the exceptional properties of Arezou's organic cold-pressed carrier oils and discover the perfect moisturizer for your sensitive skin.
By ArezoubyIshitaSaxena3 years ago in Blush
Shadows of the Past
Once upon a time in the quiet town of Riverton, a place shrouded in mystery and secrets, lived a man named Samuel. Samuel had always been a solitary figure, haunted by the shadows of his past. Every night, as darkness fell, his mind would wander back to a traumatic event that had occurred years ago, an event that had shaped his life and left him burdened with guilt.
By Sania Mirza3 years ago in Blush
My heart
Maternal love is great. We are like small fish and shrimp in the river. Mother is the glassy ribbon that gives us food -- the river. Before, I often think that the so-called mother love in the world is just a beautiful legend, because the mother often beat us, scold us. We don't think of it as our mother's love. We'd hate her and ignore her, but the truth is, we'd be wrong. One day, my brother called from No. 2 High School and said, "Mom, I hurt my thumb playing basketball. Thumb turned back -- dislocated! Now it's in the clinic." When I heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue. I think I lost consciousness for a moment. At present, it is already dark. Tears fell like broken beads. I thought to myself: Lao Yao, why don't you be careful, whoo whoo. All I heard on the other end of the phone was my mother saying anxiously, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Does it matter? Don't play anymore... ." My mom looks like she's scolding my brother, but in truth, I don't know how worried and upset I am! When my mother saw us sad, she didn't know how sad she was. Once she thought her brother was sad again. Her mother cried sadly. Even I, a little devil with a black life color and a split personality, cried my eyes out. Even though my mom beat you and called you names and whipped you with a coat hanger, my mom's heart is fragile, too. When I hit my son, it broke my mother's heart. I've been tiptoeing around things ever since. Every word I said had to be corrected and changed again. On second thought, I just want my mother not to be angry. Here I want to say to all the mothers: "You have worked hard!" I want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you, I love you very much."
By SANFORD WILBURN3 years ago in Blush
mimosa
The Dragon Boat Festival, there must be zongzi! Today, my sister is teaching me to make zongzi! You see. Make zongzi must be prepared. Originally, the sister has been ready to soak the glutinous rice for 3 hours, but also bought reed leaves, so ready to let me be surprised. I put the rice in the leaves, but all the rice on the table, I was very angry. My sister said to me, "You should make the leaves into a triangle shape and then put the rice in it!" So, I said in accordance with the steps of my sister made again, pressed on the rice, Yi next to the middle of the plate is what is the original meat oh! I dug a small hole in the middle of the glutinous rice, made the meat into a round shape, stuffed into the glutinous rice, let it also join the ranks of the glutinous rice. But how? I looked at my sister, and I understood. I pushed down one of the upturned leaves and tied it tightly with a rope. Success! I followed the previous' method 'and packed several. Now it's time to boil the water and then put the zongzi down. After a while, the zongzi was cooked. The four of us sat at the table and ate zongzi. I untied the string and was trying to take the leaf off, but when I touched it, it burned. Sister saw, ha ha laughed. I blew and blew the heat away. Again, I carefully opened the leaves and ate the delicious zongzi made by my own hands - white fat glutinous rice middle, wrapped in a group of delicious fresh meat, into the mouth, not greasy, and chewy, feeling too good! The Dragon Boat Festival is so past, eating his own hand dumplings, thinking of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu wrote a poem: palace clothes is also famous, the Dragon Boat Festival was grace. The wind is soft, and the snow is light. Since the day is wet, when the summer comes to clear. Meaning said length, life of the sacred love. This is really a happy Dragon Boat Festival!
By david terry3 years ago in Blush
Large garden
Looking at the students' diary, the immature and grateful words let me feel relieved, I could not help but think of yesterday's class scene. Yesterday, we learned the passage "told" in comprehensive Exercise 1. It was written in the passage that the mother repeatedly told us full of maternal love. The child was dissatisfied with this at first, but later understood the mother and was full of gratitude to her. After the first reading of this article, I let the students talk about their feelings, but the students feel more or the children nagging tired of mother, perhaps mothers love nagging, perhaps the students have deep sympathy, but the nagging and contains how much mother love ah, I must let the students have a correct understanding of this. So I asked the students to read the text and find the sentences that expressed the author's thoughts and feelings. After careful reading, most of the students found what the author understood about their mothers, but a few found that they were tired of their mothers nagging. When I asked them to explain the reason, Kim said, You see, mother s advice is like a regular program on the radio. I want to listen to this program forever... 'It shows that the author loves listening, and listens actively. How can it be boring?" He Yang also stood up and said, "Look, he speaks of his mother. The voice is' kind and gentle voice, and guide us to grow up, this is not to understand the mother's love for their own? At this time the students suddenly realized, the students combined with their own practical talk about the benefits of the mother told, such as "told to memorize words, the results of dictation full marks." "Told to take an umbrella and not be rained on," and so on, then the students are talking about their mother's love for themselves, words are full of happiness, I did not enjoy the children, and let the children write a diary at night. Today I see the children's understanding of maternal love, is the deep love for mother, at this time I have been satisfied.
By Gerardo Mares3 years ago in Blush
Tyrone alien
When I woke up, the sun had covered my desk and the room was bright, warm and quiet. I looked at my alarm clock. It was ten in the morning. - Oh, my God! How long has it been since I've slept this much? For a moment I saw the dust in the light, suspended silently, which I had not noticed before; I saw the sky of a few days ago, still tile blue and pure, which I had noticed but had ignored; See those simple plants, flowers, quiet green, open, still dress up the world, this is I once praise but long forgotten; To see the birds with crisp singing, together in the branches through the flight, this is I once wrote a poem, but never remember..... Life moves too fast. All day deep in bitterness, resentment, I ignore how much warmth how much love? How much praise and love have you forgotten? Where am I supposed to get back what I had but I abandoned? Yes, more than ten years of wandering life, I have too much resentment, dumped on this earth; I have too much cold, towards their enemies or friends, I have too many curses, hurled at the world. Standing in the frost of the world, but I have been looking forward to a long time of warmth or sunshine, solidified in their own body. Think about it: life is a lifetime, vegetation in autumn. The time of a few decades is just a fleeting moment, the vast world will never add or subtract anything because of our personal joys and sorrows. Is it better to live a life filled with grudges and curses, or a life filled with smiles and gratitude? Suddenly, relief and joy spread all over me, and suddenly I felt the impulse of praise and love again.
By ashley elliott3 years ago in Blush
If one day
In a twinkling of an eye, I have been in the sixth grade, and a few months to graduate it! I still remember what it was like to be in the first grade. To tell the truth, I really do not want to leave the students, reluctant to CAI Jingtaro, reluctant to Tian Jing, reluctant to Tian Wenyan...... For six years, they accompany me to study, accompany me to play, six years of classmate friendship to the end of the exchange is that "goodbye, friends! "Aye, farewell friend; Say goodbye to your classmates; Farewell to those I hate; Farewell to my teacher; Farewell to those who have helped me and those I have helped; Goodbye to people whose names I don't know but who talk to me all day... .... After we left school, we went our separate ways, wondering what it would be like to reunite again. What kind of identity? Graduation represents growth. Classmates have witnessed the happiest time in my life. Perhaps only after separation can I realize the importance of my classmates in my heart. From now on, maybe no one will be noisy in my side.... Do not know, after many years, again through the familiar streets, into the familiar door, see the familiar playground, the teacher will be a kind of mood, sad or miss? After many years, I don't know whether the teacher will remember to teach me this student, I don't know whether the classmates will remember we used to play together, I don't know whether the classmates will remember we spent the sixth grade...... Maybe grow up, I may forget the teacher, forget the classmates, but I also forget that there are a few people have played with me. Junior high school three years, I will make new friends, and then familiar with the new environment, at this time, is the first step in my life.
By RICKY PALOMO3 years ago in Blush
