When sending the child to school in the morning, he fell down downstairs. His left leg was full of flesh and blood, and his right knee was painful. He couldn’t wear high heels any more. Sneakers can only match jeans, while jeans can only match fat and large long T-shirts to cover the fat body. Walking on the way to work, I felt stiff and uncomfortable. In the morning, a beautiful colleague came to add soil to the flower bowl in my office. I dared not move awkwardly and could only sit at the table like a zombie. Frustration. When I was backing up in the community after work, I cleaned the wall. When I was cooking at noon, I received a phone call. The pot was on fire and oil splashed on my face. A big piece of soybean skin was broken. Scars are inevitable. Women rely on a face, although they are not beautiful women, they are also very sad. My daughter comforted me with concern, saying that she was extremely satisfied. It’s all because of the bad mood in the morning. Anyway, wear it brighter in the afternoon. If you go through bad luck, you can’t pretend to be a mould. After making a few faces in the mirror, you can go out proudly. In the afternoon, I smiled brightly and went to each department every Monday. From the 13th floor, every step of happiness, every step of happiness, knee pain, heart can tolerate this pain. The osmanthus trees in front of the office building were swaying and fragrant, and my mind was full of: there must be my couplet in the cicada Palace, which reminded me of my daughter’s senior high school entrance examination tomorrow, and I was more excited. In the evening, I sent a text message to my husband: no matter how excellent a man is, it is unnecessary if he has no time to accompany you. At night, I sat on the hanging chair, turned the stereo to the maximum, took headphones and listened to maps. By the way, I shook my head and played with my mobile phone. Happiness is also a day, sorrow is also a day.

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There was a dove in aunt’s house, which was her grandson’s little pet. That little imp always called it after school. It was also fed with water and food. Everything seemed to be so harmonious, but I didn’t find it so pitiful until one day my aunt took Xiaobai downstairs to bask in the sun. It turned out to be a Flying Pigeon with wings cut. It was in a large bird cage, quietly, pecking or drinking water, or pecking its white coat with its mouth. Some kids of one or two years old would pull their mother or grandmother to watch this dove, and these restless kids would touch the feet of the dove with their hands, after a while, he directly grabbed its mouth, which made the poor little flying pigeon nowhere to escape and could only hide in the corner. The hostess of the Dove, that is, the aunt, even put the dove on the ground for those kids to catch. It could fly freely in the sky, just like other flying pigeons, but its hostess cut its wings cruelly, depriving it of the right to fly. It could only walk slowly on the ground, but was still chased by some kids. Later, the kids went home with their families. Aunt might have been busy with other things. The Flying Pigeon with broken wings returned to the Birdcage again, the Bird Cage was caught by the aunt under the roof of the garage. It was quiet, without big resistance or loud noise. It only drank water occasionally, pecked at food occasionally, and occasionally raised its head and glanced at its companions flying through the air. The Bird Cage is fishing in the air, There was a small piece of white in the Birdcage, which was a small white, a poor Flying Pigeon with its wings folded. Stay in this big Birdcage until the end of its life.

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