2018-08-17 Archive


[Bowl spring song prose] summer

Sultry summer night, very hot, mosquito buzzing in the ears barking, I toss and turn, long time can not sleep, simply got up and went downstairs.    The night market along the street, lit, crowded, small cries of street vendors, one after another, great excitement.Sichuan hot pot occupy half of the town, the air filled with the […]

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