That hunger when winter comes, all the people in the village are the food of the golden lure, they hold out hope toward the winter wilderness, and rodents engaged in a mortal contest … …
I remind myself how lucky more than ghd hair once, that hunger when winter comes, I am not yet born. My father said, a good one in winter, how cold ah. That exactly how cold the winter, I can not imagine, I do not bother to imagine. I am more interested in that cold and windy in winter, our village men, in addition to the elderly and children, why they are too busy to sweat?
Never had a panic attack on our village. No food, no vegetables. Things that can be used to fill their stomachs with only grass chaff and “starch.” The so-called “starch” is stripped of the particle grind corn Bang Bang, we call it “corn starch ribs.” The thing is difficult to eat. However, relative to the entrance, the “export” process more difficult. It is said that taste as worse than starvation. People are fed up with “starch” and torture have become death calmly, when a secret was discovered. It’s been a secret to survival. That secret overnight spread throughout the village, almost everyone gets into the village did not sleep a wink the night. They are in extreme excitement anxiously waiting, waiting for red sun rises from the east, waiting for the lofty Xiaguang shining.
That makes us people in the village will never forget the secret is: from the vole hole can be made into food. That is not nothing but a grain, is everyone dream of food ah!
The kind of forced me to right a solemn scene has repeatedly illusion in my eyes: color misty morning, the village men carry the spade and pick axes silently filed out, their shoulders a great mission, full of hope that they go in winter Wilderness … …
My father has always been a continuous ghd straightener feeling for decades. He said, how would there be so many wild rat holes do? How would there be so many holes of food do? 10 a few catties, tens of pounds ah!
My father was puzzled that so many wild rat holes dug, but rarely come directly from the hole dug vole. He asked me, how is this going on?
When I have profound knowledge was unmatched in the village, I easily resolve the questions about his father. I said, voles, but also including other rodents, their burrows are very complex, there are corridors, there are grain storage room, a bedroom, with bathroom, and perhaps the living room bar. Typically, the bedroom closet distant from the grain, but the depth is not a standard line. My father did not know this of my knowledge is from a book stolen, and he heard again and again nodded.
Those poor ruined the voles who are all in the trees died. They hanged themselves on the branches. We are around the village, almost every node on both a tree full of the kind of people surprised by the “fruit.” In that winter of starvation, we have no one village died. They rely on thin rice gruel survived. Wait until spring, a few green leaves, vegetable bud, so to ourselves to give, fragrant, blooming all over Huaihua hill, the entire village has witnessed a flourishing of life.
In an area where the winter, we are actually a village held a grand funeral. In very sad atmosphere, the people shake the trunk, and vole’s body fall. A large grave to bury them. North ghd uk wind blowing, people’s tears, his face formed a solid crystal.
My father told me that that year, a whole winter without snow. Li-chun at about the time, that is, for the voles were held in the funeral the next day, snow. How much snow ah, like an open-ended filial cloth, covering the entire universe.
I remind myself how lucky more than ghd hair once, that hunger when winter comes, I am not yet born. My father said, a good one in winter, how cold ah. That exactly how cold the winter, I can not imagine, I do not bother to imagine. I am more interested in that cold and windy in winter, our village men, in addition to the elderly and children, why they are too busy to sweat?
Never had a panic attack on our village. No food, no vegetables. Things that can be used to fill their stomachs with only grass chaff and “starch.” The so-called “starch” is stripped of the particle grind corn Bang Bang, we call it “corn starch ribs.” The thing is difficult to eat. However, relative to the entrance, the “export” process more difficult. It is said that taste as worse than starvation. People are fed up with “starch” and torture have become death calmly, when a secret was discovered. It’s been a secret to survival. That secret overnight spread throughout the village, almost everyone gets into the village did not sleep a wink the night. They are in extreme excitement anxiously waiting, waiting for red sun rises from the east, waiting for the lofty Xiaguang shining.
That makes us people in the village will never forget the secret is: from the vole hole can be made into food. That is not nothing but a grain, is everyone dream of food ah!
The kind of forced me to right a solemn scene has repeatedly illusion in my eyes: color misty morning, the village men carry the spade and pick axes silently filed out, their shoulders a great mission, full of hope that they go in winter Wilderness … …
My father has always been a continuous ghd straightener feeling for decades. He said, how would there be so many wild rat holes do? How would there be so many holes of food do? 10 a few catties, tens of pounds ah!
My father was puzzled that so many wild rat holes dug, but rarely come directly from the hole dug vole. He asked me, how is this going on?
When I have profound knowledge was unmatched in the village, I easily resolve the questions about his father. I said, voles, but also including other rodents, their burrows are very complex, there are corridors, there are grain storage room, a bedroom, with bathroom, and perhaps the living room bar. Typically, the bedroom closet distant from the grain, but the depth is not a standard line. My father did not know this of my knowledge is from a book stolen, and he heard again and again nodded.
Those poor ruined the voles who are all in the trees died. They hanged themselves on the branches. We are around the village, almost every node on both a tree full of the kind of people surprised by the “fruit.” In that winter of starvation, we have no one village died. They rely on thin rice gruel survived. Wait until spring, a few green leaves, vegetable bud, so to ourselves to give, fragrant, blooming all over Huaihua hill, the entire village has witnessed a flourishing of life.
In an area where the winter, we are actually a village held a grand funeral. In very sad atmosphere, the people shake the trunk, and vole’s body fall. A large grave to bury them. North ghd uk wind blowing, people’s tears, his face formed a solid crystal.
My father told me that that year, a whole winter without snow. Li-chun at about the time, that is, for the voles were held in the funeral the next day, snow. How much snow ah, like an open-ended filial cloth, covering the entire universe.