The river water splashed with the constraints of the embankment, and my soul sang for excessive calm
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
The small town in Jiangnan where I live is unparalleled
Every time I look over the lush green willows, the Yangtze River under the rising sun shines with golden light. When boats pass by the river, the white sails rippling with water, like the flowing clouds in the silver pool
After the beginning of spring, a drizzle fell, and the hibernating grass began to reveal its green eyes; in summer, the red sun was scorching, and the tall sycamore trees supported the shade of the sun; after the beginning of autumn, the autumn rain was warm and cold, and the leaves of the sycamore trees first turned yellow and then became bronze, and then fell one after another with a metal sound, and winter was coming soon.
What I remember most is the winter in my hometown and the snow in my hometown, how many sweet and sour memories are hidden in the middle.
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
When I was seventeen years old, the winter solstice passed, and the bitter north wind was as tight as the day
Evening, the twilight is getting heavier and heavier. Except for a few stalls on the street, people usually close their doors early.
The raging cold wind was locked outside the door by me, but came in through the cracked wooden boards of the ancestor's house under the sun and rain, and the whistling cold air hits the people
At this time, my mother and I would use the few pieces of dool trees I bought to cut them into pieces, and make the paste and stick the cracks that could be sealed on them, preparing to spend the winter
Qiao'er, do you think your dad has arrived? It's such a cold day, I'm really afraid that the coat I asked him to bring is not warm enough. My mother's fair face is full of worries
Mom, don't worry, Dad wears a lot when he goes out, and there are so many colleagues in the car, you will be worried if you don't have any trouble
My father was wearing the blue-gray lake-crepe leather robe handed down by his grandfather, and an old-style large-sleeved jacket was covered with
As an excellent paleontologist, my father would immediately shine without regard for his weak body whenever he heard about any new species.
This time, the Zhejiang Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau invited him to identify the newly discovered dinosaur fossil. It is said that it is a medium-sized dinosaur species with a total length of six or seven meters, which is both herbivorous and carnivorous. The rescue and excavation work will be launched soon.
Alas, I'm not worried about his body, your grandfather finished drinking the Chinese medicine prescribed for him in the morning, so he had to let him bring some Western medicine to know, so he would prescribe more, and it wouldn't be... Alas! My mother sighed and withdrew her distant gaze, and there was a slight gleam in her faint eyes.
I didn't expect it, but it seemed that it would snow. If it was heavy snow to block the mountain, I don't know why my father was stubborn and he wouldn't listen to me. I was worried and a little bit complaining.
On weekdays, my mother often works in housework. She has to work and take care of the family.
Moreover, my father has always been in poor health, and my mother always takes care of her hard work. The couple has never been blushing and quarreled. No wonder my family is rated as the five good family by the street neighborhood committee every year.
Yes, this time he said he would come back at least two or three days, or one week, but people would not be as good as the sky. If it really snowed heavily, it would be a big deal. Qiaoer, would you? My mother rubbed her hands together to keep warm, and the airflow from her mouth immediately formed a thin layer of fog on the window.
Mom, come on, let's have a stove. I took my mother's hand and put it in my palm. It was indeed cold
My mother's little hands are round and delicate, this is an unparalleled pair of exquisite and clever hands. After its little hands are gently plucked and twisted, Suzhou Pingtan is famous all over the world
No, Bu Leng Qiaoer, there is still lotus corn porridge made by mom, you can eat another bowl. Mom earns it gently and lets me hold her. Her originally fair face is a little blushing
I took a deep breath, and the mother standing in front of me was so dignified and beautiful. This is the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. Her blood was beating in my pulse.
I can't ignore this beauty. This feeling is born with me and always wanders in my dreams, making me linger.
I often look forward to its arrival, when I am bored
Mr. Lu Xun wrote in "Scream": I've been just bored recently, bored just like a big poisonous snake entangled my soul. He wrote so well, and he expressed my inner world in one sentence.
Because, I always feel bored and very demonic. It comes from nowhere. After entangling people, it can never get rid of it. It is like a sacred and weird venomous snake in the Indian forest.
Okay, go and cook the stove, I'll get some charcoal. My mother took back my little hand that was placed on the corner of her mouth and turned around and walked into the storage room. Her thin figure was like a light blue and rosy freehand painting
I followed her tightly. The closed room seemed to be floating everywhere with the charming fragrance on her body, and it faintly penetrated my nose. I seemed to see the peach clouds in the sky.
Mom, I miss you... I want you... I hugged my mother's soft body from behind and felt her heartbeat grow. Do you know? I didn't sleep much last night, and I kept listening to you and dad...
Ah, no, don't... Qiao'er... you, you promised me... Mother tried to break free from my hug, but she was powerless, and my strong arms were born to her
I could deeply feel that my mother's hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and her whole body was trembling twitching twitching
I leaned my face against her back, and my hands were still tightly embracing her. My mother's pointed breasts rose in my snatch, raising my blazing desire.
Mom, mom, just let me hug you, that's all I beg, the low baritone voice trembles like willow catkins in the wind, letting the north wind outside the window whistle, dancing in the sky with a crazy drunken state, ups and downs
Good boy, listen to me... This is not good, it is really bad. Let me go, I am your god!
My mother choked, and the silver bell-like sound was ringing in my ears. My soul was like a dream net lying on it, swaying in her misty fragrance, gentle, erratic, quiet, I was like drinking old wine.
Mom, isn't it great to just hold it like this? Didn't you say that you like me to hold you like this? Mom, I've been very unhappy these days! I raised my face and put my mouth towards her pointed earlobe. My mother's ear hook is the old-fashioned pure gold ring, shining with golden light in her cloudy black hair
The sky outside the window is low, the clouds are dim, the north wind yells and passes through the tiles, the ditch, countless dead leaves whirlpool in the wind, flying, the woods tremble in the wind, and the mother in my arms is like this
Ah, Qiaoer, mom, can't make mistakes again, please let go, my good child... Mom's voice is about to be interrupted, vague, just like a white stroke covering the lower half of the dry stream, and even more like a silence of autumn
I'm silent
Mother's tone is low, like a lost mermaid sobbing in the dark night
I read it, in such a dark winter, enjoying all the shock and sadness it brings
In the past few days, my heart has been corroded by that big poisonous snake. Sometimes I am willing to return to the pain, because it is accompanied by joy and can also cheer up my hazy spirit slightly.
I don't have the courage to commit suicide, nor can I let this silence last forever to erode my soul
Then, I had to make mistakes again and again
I stick to my persistence in silence
My left hand stretched into the bottom of her clothes, and my mother's breasts were held in a slim grip. The typical beauty of a woman in the Jiangnan water town was twisted and formed in my grasp, and turned into a gentle chanting.
What aroused my desire was the gentle and delicate vagina, which covered the right hand, from cold to hot to clouds.
Mother no longer struggles
The room was quiet, but it jumped with our excited pulse. A mysterious and natural language slowly penetrated into the depths of my heart. I believe that my mother is the same as me.
In this quiet state, my heart flew up like a wisp of silk, thinking about the beautiful scenery of that day that year. When the wine was gone, the melancholy returned, the lingering and deep helplessness!
Mother cried
The charming, gentle, passionate, weak-hearted mother trembled, a warm feeling passed on my fingertips
I turned my mother's body, and she was dazzling and slightly sad. The bamboo fence in my heart collapsed again.
I gently picked her up. Her bright red lips seemed to be blooming elixir flowers, with bright colors as if they were cut from paper, and the autumn waves were floating even more green. I couldn't help but think of a poem: In her autumn water, the green grass passes by
Bridge... You, put down the mosquito net... Mother was timid, soft and soft as watery as the sound of a bird with wings
Alas, mom, I obediently put down the Zhuluoshi tent. Even though there were only two of us in the room, she still stubbornly wanted to do this.
The big red wood carved painted bed that my mother did dowry was shaking and turbulent. It was a rhythm, ups and downs
My mother's tenderness was revealed in her sad and low moans. The sound and rhyme were like a clear spring flowing hard in the cracks of the rocks at first, and then under my guidance, it gushed and poured thousands of miles.
My mother's vagina was a little awkward at first, like the green grapes in the south. The color was amber and the bright red light was shining.
I felt my strong clone rushing in the vast suburbs, like a small boat pulling plain sails, mooring in the middle of the paddy fields
There was no worries in my heart. I looked at the color of the grass and listened to my mother's singing like a bird. The world was filled with some wonderful sounds.
Bridge, you are gentler... I want, I'm about to... I can't stand it anymore... Mother's ups and downs several times, slowly slowing down the swaying range, the complex sounds became harmonious, the length and the length were slow, the wind and rain sang, and the laziness was filled with joy.
I slowed down my pace and stretched my growing waist calmly
Through the white gauze tent, I saw the flowered inner barrier covered with faded blue silk, and the Doug paper that I and my mother were pasted together.
I took my eyes back. My mother's body was as pearly as frost and morning, and a misty silver water vapor. Her whole body was like a book without words, unfolding in front of my eyes.
My mother's throat sounds melodiously, lingering in the air, filled with a faint flower aura... Soft and fresh, giving me infinite joy
After about three or five minutes, I heard the dripping rain in my mother's grass. Her stuttering and trembling sounds made by her murmurs were mixed with cheerful and loud tones. This crisp sound, for some reason, made me smile slightly during the exercise, but also made me cry.
How can the light breeze gallop and the splash of spring water compare to the softest melody that humans make during sex?
Well...well, hum...ah... my mother moaned again, and the duck down quilt covered with her body arched. Before she knew it, my mother and I stretched out her legs and hung them in the light, but she didn't feel cold.
I listened intently, and her clear voice was floating around me, like a spring insect, a chanting of flowers
Isn’t this scene the eternal day?
That night, the night was beautiful, the world was surprisingly quiet, and that night was painted by any painter, and it was always painted on my heart!
Mom, I want to make this place, okay? I gently buckled my fingers on her chrysanthemum buds. The folds are hazy mountains, foggy, and it is like a fairy wearing milky white cicada wing gauze. I often fantasize that one day I can wander among them.
My mother is shy. I once wanted to come from behind, but she refused
That very posture made her feel humiliated, I know and understand that
Therefore, I tried to guide her, taking advantage of this beautiful mood and this ecstasy moment
No, no, this doesn't work, how can this be? We are not beasts, let alone it's so dirty... My mother's reserved and shy personality made her refuse this position that made her feel ashamed.
However, I know
I know she had done it with her father, and I saw it by chance
It was when I was thirteen years old, when the cicadas swayed the sound of the remaining branches. That day, the heat gradually faded and the golden wind brought joy...
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
The small town in Jiangnan where I live is unparalleled
Every time I look over the lush green willows, the Yangtze River under the rising sun shines with golden light. When boats pass by the river, the white sails rippling with water, like the flowing clouds in the silver pool
After the beginning of spring, a drizzle fell, and the hibernating grass began to reveal its green eyes; in summer, the red sun was scorching, and the tall sycamore trees supported the shade of the sun; after the beginning of autumn, the autumn rain was warm and cold, and the leaves of the sycamore trees first turned yellow and then became bronze, and then fell one after another with a metal sound, and winter was coming soon.
What I remember most is the winter in my hometown and the snow in my hometown, how many sweet and sour memories are hidden in the middle.
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
When I was seventeen years old, the winter solstice passed, and the bitter north wind was as tight as the day
Evening, the twilight is getting heavier and heavier. Except for a few stalls on the street, people usually close their doors early.
The raging cold wind was locked outside the door by me, but came in through the cracked wooden boards of the ancestor's house under the sun and rain, and the whistling cold air hits the people
At this time, my mother and I would use the few pieces of dool trees I bought to cut them into pieces, and make the paste and stick the cracks that could be sealed on them, preparing to spend the winter
Qiao'er, do you think your dad has arrived? It's such a cold day, I'm really afraid that the coat I asked him to bring is not warm enough. My mother's fair face is full of worries
Mom, don't worry, Dad wears a lot when he goes out, and there are so many colleagues in the car, you will be worried if you don't have any trouble
My father was wearing the blue-gray lake-crepe leather robe handed down by his grandfather, and an old-style large-sleeved jacket was covered with
As an excellent paleontologist, my father would immediately shine without regard for his weak body whenever he heard about any new species.
This time, the Zhejiang Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau invited him to identify the newly discovered dinosaur fossil. It is said that it is a medium-sized dinosaur species with a total length of six or seven meters, which is both herbivorous and carnivorous. The rescue and excavation work will be launched soon.
Alas, I'm not worried about his body, your grandfather finished drinking the Chinese medicine prescribed for him in the morning, so he had to let him bring some Western medicine to know, so he would prescribe more, and it wouldn't be... Alas! My mother sighed and withdrew her distant gaze, and there was a slight gleam in her faint eyes.
I didn't expect it, but it seemed that it would snow. If it was heavy snow to block the mountain, I don't know why my father was stubborn and he wouldn't listen to me. I was worried and a little bit complaining.
On weekdays, my mother often works in housework. She has to work and take care of the family.
Moreover, my father has always been in poor health, and my mother always takes care of her hard work. The couple has never been blushing and quarreled. No wonder my family is rated as the five good family by the street neighborhood committee every year.
Yes, this time he said he would come back at least two or three days, or one week, but people would not be as good as the sky. If it really snowed heavily, it would be a big deal. Qiaoer, would you? My mother rubbed her hands together to keep warm, and the airflow from her mouth immediately formed a thin layer of fog on the window.
Mom, come on, let's have a stove. I took my mother's hand and put it in my palm. It was indeed cold
My mother's little hands are round and delicate, this is an unparalleled pair of exquisite and clever hands. After its little hands are gently plucked and twisted, Suzhou Pingtan is famous all over the world
No, Bu Leng Qiaoer, there is still lotus corn porridge made by mom, you can eat another bowl. Mom earns it gently and lets me hold her. Her originally fair face is a little blushing
I took a deep breath, and the mother standing in front of me was so dignified and beautiful. This is the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. Her blood was beating in my pulse.
I can't ignore this beauty. This feeling is born with me and always wanders in my dreams, making me linger.
I often look forward to its arrival, when I am bored
Mr. Lu Xun wrote in "Scream": I've been just bored recently, bored just like a big poisonous snake entangled my soul. He wrote so well, and he expressed my inner world in one sentence.
Because, I always feel bored and very demonic. It comes from nowhere. After entangling people, it can never get rid of it. It is like a sacred and weird venomous snake in the Indian forest.
Okay, go and cook the stove, I'll get some charcoal. My mother took back my little hand that was placed on the corner of her mouth and turned around and walked into the storage room. Her thin figure was like a light blue and rosy freehand painting
I followed her tightly. The closed room seemed to be floating everywhere with the charming fragrance on her body, and it faintly penetrated my nose. I seemed to see the peach clouds in the sky.
Mom, I miss you... I want you... I hugged my mother's soft body from behind and felt her heartbeat grow. Do you know? I didn't sleep much last night, and I kept listening to you and dad...
Ah, no, don't... Qiao'er... you, you promised me... Mother tried to break free from my hug, but she was powerless, and my strong arms were born to her
I could deeply feel that my mother's hands and feet seemed to be frozen, and her whole body was trembling twitching twitching
I leaned my face against her back, and my hands were still tightly embracing her. My mother's pointed breasts rose in my snatch, raising my blazing desire.
Mom, mom, just let me hug you, that's all I beg, the low baritone voice trembles like willow catkins in the wind, letting the north wind outside the window whistle, dancing in the sky with a crazy drunken state, ups and downs
Good boy, listen to me... This is not good, it is really bad. Let me go, I am your god!
My mother choked, and the silver bell-like sound was ringing in my ears. My soul was like a dream net lying on it, swaying in her misty fragrance, gentle, erratic, quiet, I was like drinking old wine.
Mom, isn't it great to just hold it like this? Didn't you say that you like me to hold you like this? Mom, I've been very unhappy these days! I raised my face and put my mouth towards her pointed earlobe. My mother's ear hook is the old-fashioned pure gold ring, shining with golden light in her cloudy black hair
The sky outside the window is low, the clouds are dim, the north wind yells and passes through the tiles, the ditch, countless dead leaves whirlpool in the wind, flying, the woods tremble in the wind, and the mother in my arms is like this
Ah, Qiaoer, mom, can't make mistakes again, please let go, my good child... Mom's voice is about to be interrupted, vague, just like a white stroke covering the lower half of the dry stream, and even more like a silence of autumn
I'm silent
Mother's tone is low, like a lost mermaid sobbing in the dark night
I read it, in such a dark winter, enjoying all the shock and sadness it brings
In the past few days, my heart has been corroded by that big poisonous snake. Sometimes I am willing to return to the pain, because it is accompanied by joy and can also cheer up my hazy spirit slightly.
I don't have the courage to commit suicide, nor can I let this silence last forever to erode my soul
Then, I had to make mistakes again and again
I stick to my persistence in silence
My left hand stretched into the bottom of her clothes, and my mother's breasts were held in a slim grip. The typical beauty of a woman in the Jiangnan water town was twisted and formed in my grasp, and turned into a gentle chanting.
What aroused my desire was the gentle and delicate vagina, which covered the right hand, from cold to hot to clouds.
Mother no longer struggles
The room was quiet, but it jumped with our excited pulse. A mysterious and natural language slowly penetrated into the depths of my heart. I believe that my mother is the same as me.
In this quiet state, my heart flew up like a wisp of silk, thinking about the beautiful scenery of that day that year. When the wine was gone, the melancholy returned, the lingering and deep helplessness!
Mother cried
The charming, gentle, passionate, weak-hearted mother trembled, a warm feeling passed on my fingertips
I turned my mother's body, and she was dazzling and slightly sad. The bamboo fence in my heart collapsed again.
I gently picked her up. Her bright red lips seemed to be blooming elixir flowers, with bright colors as if they were cut from paper, and the autumn waves were floating even more green. I couldn't help but think of a poem: In her autumn water, the green grass passes by
Bridge... You, put down the mosquito net... Mother was timid, soft and soft as watery as the sound of a bird with wings
Alas, mom, I obediently put down the Zhuluoshi tent. Even though there were only two of us in the room, she still stubbornly wanted to do this.
The big red wood carved painted bed that my mother did dowry was shaking and turbulent. It was a rhythm, ups and downs
My mother's tenderness was revealed in her sad and low moans. The sound and rhyme were like a clear spring flowing hard in the cracks of the rocks at first, and then under my guidance, it gushed and poured thousands of miles.
My mother's vagina was a little awkward at first, like the green grapes in the south. The color was amber and the bright red light was shining.
I felt my strong clone rushing in the vast suburbs, like a small boat pulling plain sails, mooring in the middle of the paddy fields
There was no worries in my heart. I looked at the color of the grass and listened to my mother's singing like a bird. The world was filled with some wonderful sounds.
Bridge, you are gentler... I want, I'm about to... I can't stand it anymore... Mother's ups and downs several times, slowly slowing down the swaying range, the complex sounds became harmonious, the length and the length were slow, the wind and rain sang, and the laziness was filled with joy.
I slowed down my pace and stretched my growing waist calmly
Through the white gauze tent, I saw the flowered inner barrier covered with faded blue silk, and the Doug paper that I and my mother were pasted together.
I took my eyes back. My mother's body was as pearly as frost and morning, and a misty silver water vapor. Her whole body was like a book without words, unfolding in front of my eyes.
My mother's throat sounds melodiously, lingering in the air, filled with a faint flower aura... Soft and fresh, giving me infinite joy
After about three or five minutes, I heard the dripping rain in my mother's grass. Her stuttering and trembling sounds made by her murmurs were mixed with cheerful and loud tones. This crisp sound, for some reason, made me smile slightly during the exercise, but also made me cry.
How can the light breeze gallop and the splash of spring water compare to the softest melody that humans make during sex?
Well...well, hum...ah... my mother moaned again, and the duck down quilt covered with her body arched. Before she knew it, my mother and I stretched out her legs and hung them in the light, but she didn't feel cold.
I listened intently, and her clear voice was floating around me, like a spring insect, a chanting of flowers
Isn’t this scene the eternal day?
That night, the night was beautiful, the world was surprisingly quiet, and that night was painted by any painter, and it was always painted on my heart!
Mom, I want to make this place, okay? I gently buckled my fingers on her chrysanthemum buds. The folds are hazy mountains, foggy, and it is like a fairy wearing milky white cicada wing gauze. I often fantasize that one day I can wander among them.
My mother is shy. I once wanted to come from behind, but she refused
That very posture made her feel humiliated, I know and understand that
Therefore, I tried to guide her, taking advantage of this beautiful mood and this ecstasy moment
No, no, this doesn't work, how can this be? We are not beasts, let alone it's so dirty... My mother's reserved and shy personality made her refuse this position that made her feel ashamed.
However, I know
I know she had done it with her father, and I saw it by chance
It was when I was thirteen years old, when the cicadas swayed the sound of the remaining branches. That day, the heat gradually faded and the golden wind brought joy...
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