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Eating in all directions is just a bowl of fireworks.

Human fireworks, not full of alcohol and tobacco.

Know how to be kind to your stomach, not lonely.

Rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea are also interesting.

Life is like mail, and you can live up to tea, soup and fine weather.

The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the fireworks on earth are all yours.

Two things can't be taken away by others: noodles eaten in the stomach and dreams hidden in the heart.

Life is indeed impermanent, but most of the loveliness of life lies in this impermanence.

Even sprinkle some onions on the cooked noodles, just like facing a mediocre life.

Life is always full of regrets, if you don't order such delicious crayfish.

I envy the eyes in the street cafe even more, but just a flash, I feel that the sun and the moon are long and the mountains and rivers are safe.

Alley, long and winding, without doors and windows, I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall.

My so-called "fragrance" is like sitting by the river and smelling the newly rising spring when I am ready to eat. I really want to try it.

I can also covet fireworks, rich people, a few tile houses, small courtyards in all directions, and watch the fleeting time and be happy and healthy.

That night, I smoked a lot, and the smoke turned into your face. I waved and everything was gone.

Some people indulge in Longsong's wine in the fireworks at night markets or food stalls; Some people, eye-catching, ran head-on against the summer breeze.

I took a book and basked in the sun on the bench, and my heart became soft and easy to cry, like a sentimental old man.

Yellow oil cake is sweet, mixed with tears is salty, just like life, mixed with all kinds of complex and beautiful flavors.

Joy in the world, but three beers, two pots of lobsters and a burst of noisy fireworks swept away the tired loneliness in the world.

In summer, we eat mung beans, peaches, cherries and melons. In all senses, it is long and pleasant, and the days make a sound.

I vaguely remember going to bed at eight or nine when I was a child and sleeping until dawn. No nightmares, no melancholy, and no one I miss.

Chewing life to taste and make life fresh and fragrant often depends not only on the mouth, but also on a heart soaked in human fireworks.

The room was quiet, and the only light came from the bedside lamp, which was soft orange light. I feel like floating in midair, in a pool of starlight.

Life is nothing more than "eating and drinking". Chewing life with relish, making life fresh and fragrant, often depends not on the mouth, but on a heart soaked in human fireworks.

Yangchun noodles, a handful of fine noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of clear water, fifty cents lard, a spoonful of soy sauce from the old Chen family at Qiaotou, and two crisp Chinese cabbages.

August evening breeze, wet hair, half warm coffee left, in the suspended TV series, turn on your mobile phone to find your dialog box, and I will start to remember you at three minutes to ten.

There are many stars outside. Take a hot bath, lie in bed, turn pages, listen to some songs, or watch movies and variety shows. One of them replies to a friend's message. Cherish ordinary days, and you will have a pocket full of happiness.

As soon as I think of it, I can choose furniture, raise cats, fly kites in spring and spend the rest of my life with my long-awaited husband. I feel that life still has' endless hope'.