
What is your father's favorite hobby? My father's greatest hobby is reading novels. I can't stop reading. Computers and mobile phones can also read novels, my father is more crazy than before. He held a novel in one hand, holding a mobile phone, sitting in front of the computer, my mother and I in order not to let my father indulge in the novel, all the novel books are hidden, always can't hide the computer and mobile phone! Dad read a novel and made a lot of jokes. Dad was absorbed in his "mom said to me: Tell your dad to boil the water." I came to dad. "Dad, mom told you to boil water:... He sat motionless on the sofa "staring at his phone like a wooden man. Put your mouth to Dad's ear. With all the milk he could drink, he shouted. Dad, mom called you to - boil - water, dad reluctantly stood up, reluctantly to go to the kitchen: I went back to the room to write homework "I smell a strange smell! And a strange noise! I raced toward the kitchen at nearly the speed of light. The kettle was sitting perfectly on the stove, but the leftover soup was in a terrible mess. Daddy daddy! You must be reading a novel while working, waiting for mom to come home.
The boy was born into a rich family, and his parents worked hard in other places to earn their hard-earned money. He likes to exercise since he was a child, and his body is much stronger than others. Without parental control, the boy learns to smoke and fight. All the bad habits were concentrated on this junior high school student. The teacher tried his best, but did not save the young man's heart. The kid fell in with a bunch of street thugs, karaoke bars. Finally, one day, his buddy slipped him a bag of drugs, and the teenager accepted. He caught it. The sunshine in the young face pity stay, obviously after the drug thin. He just thought about it and didn't even think about it. Until one day, his buddy slipped him a knife and told him to rob him. The boy held the knife and was terrified for a moment. But his partner threatened to stop supplying him if he didn't go. The boy was repentant for the first time. They were smoking drugs in the clouds. There was a small packet of white powder on the ground at the door, which was prepared for him. He went out with the gang. A fair deal. The boy stayed on the drug for two years. His parents find out and find their adorable son in a nightclub. The teenager had changed, his parents' faces twitching.
There are always goodbyes, this seems to be a permanent topic. Parting "how painful two words" perhaps you have not felt, in fact, he is in our side, not far away, looking back in the past, how much joy how much sorrow. Who is silently concerned about you, still in your side? Unable to get over the grief of parting, he seemed a shadow? Enveloped in your heart, that kind of stuffy feeling, let you can't breathe, you have been recalling the past. As time goes by, you'll find joy in the past. Find comfort in reality, when others talk about the subject that makes you sensitive -- parting. The excruciating pain, will burst out from you have talked about the hurt heart, tears. Forget now have love, love, and go back to the past, completely out of helplessness, also similar to ignorance. Once again fall into the sink of the badgers -- that bottomless hole, the inevitable pain of the devil's grasp, waiting for the angel to save you, parting is not as bad as you think. Teach you to bear, who want to leave, so why let him appear in the dictionary of life? Just imagine! Why do you leave that heaven of the mind, why don't you sleep in it! Moist sweet? To live a better life? The outside world is full of ignorant fantasies. Very early want to leave, eager to open the immature wings, it is a kind of unimaginable desire, the flower season, the rainy season is coming! When it comes to feelings, we are not as naive as when we were children, nor as sophisticated as adults. We only know how to give our true heart, and never think of receiving even a small amount of air in return. If let me reveal the true meaning of feelings. So I'll tell you in no uncertain terms, okay? Tender, delicate, pure:


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