Good sentence: The old man selling steamed bread is carrying a wooden box with hot steamed bread in it. As soon as the sun came out, he cried in the street. As soon as he came out of the house, he walked quickly and shouted loudly. But after a while, his feet hung with palms, and the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on an egg, which was round. It turned out that snow and ice covered his feet. He walks very weakly. If he is not careful, he will fall. Even so, I fell down. It's not good to fall. The steamed bread box fell down and steamed buns rolled out from under one by one. Anyone who saw it, took advantage of this opportunity, took advantage of the old man's fall and couldn't get up for a while, picked up a few and left while eating. When the old man struggled, he even picked up the ice and snow steamed bread and walked into the box. Count, but don't count. He understood. He said to those who didn't go too far to eat his steamed bread:
"It was cold, the land cracked and swallowed my steamed bread."
Passers-by all laughed at this. He picked up the box and walked on. The ice under his feet seems to be getting higher and higher, which makes it more and more difficult for him to walk. So his back sweated, his eyes frosted, and the ice chips on his beard hung more and more. And because of his breathing, the ear and front cover of the broken hat are frosted. The old man walked more and more slowly, worried and scared, as if he put on his skates for the first time and was pushed to the skating rink by his friends.
If it doesn't rain, mud is like porridge. When it rains, the mud pit becomes a river, and everyone nearby will suffer. People's homes are full of mud. As soon as the pit water falls, it clears up as soon as the sun shines, and many mosquitoes fly to nearby homes. At the same time, the mud pit is getting more and more sunny and pure, as if extracting something from it. If it doesn't rain for more than a month, the quality of the big mud pit will be purer and the water will be completely evaporated. The mud over there is sticky and black, more sticky than porridge pot paste and paste. It is like a big pot of glue, black and shiny, even if flies and mosquitoes fly from there, it will stick.
When it began to rain, the big mud pit rose in a watery way, rose to the walls of people on both sides and drowned them. Passers-by, when they get here, it's like being hit on the road of life. Struggle, roll up your sleeves, grit your teeth, concentrate all your energy, grab other people's boards with both hands, and your heart is pounding. Don't be dizzy, don't be blindsided, and face it calmly.
It happened that the wooden partition in that house was very smooth and neat, as if it were intended not to help others in times of crisis, so that passers-by could not get pity from the wooden partition anyway, and they could not touch anything in the east or the west, so smooth that there was not even a scar. I don't know what kind of wood grows on the mountain, which is so complete.
As soon as dinner was over, burning clouds emerged. The child's face is red. Turned the big white dog into a red dog. Red rooster turned into gold. The black hen turned into rosewood. The old man who feeds pigs leans against the wall, smiling at his two little white pigs and turns them into little golden pigs. He just wanted to say:
"You have changed ..."
Next to him came a man enjoying the cool, and the man said:
"Your family must live a long life. You always have a golden beard. "
The clouds in the sky, burning from west to east, are red, as if the sky were on fire.
The flaming clouds in this place vary greatly, from red to gold, from purple to yellow, from gray to lily. Grape ash, rhubarb pear and purple eggplant are all in the sky. There are some unspeakable, invisible, and various colors.
Within five seconds, a horse appeared in the sky, with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse knelt as if waiting for someone to ride on its back before it stood up. Wait a minute. Nothing has changed. In two or three seconds, the horse became bigger, its legs spread out and its neck grew, but a ponytail was missing.
When the horse is tired, the keeper is looking for the horse's tail.
Suddenly, another big dog came. This dog is very fierce. It runs in front and seems to be followed by some small paparazzi. Running and running, the puppy doesn't know where to go, and the big dog is gone.
I found another big lion, exactly like the big stone lion in front of the temple. It's big, too, squatting like that. It is very strong and calm. It shows contempt for everything. Its eyes seem to care nothing, looking at the ground casually, but at the same time seeing something else. At this time, it is in trouble. People's eyes can't see the East and the West at the same time. This will spoil the big lion alive. In the blink of an eye, when I looked down, things in the sky changed. If I look for it again, I'm afraid I can't find it even if I'm blind.
I was in a trance, and the sky was like this. Actually, it's nothing, nothing. It must be rubbing your eyes with your head down, or looking back later.
But the sky doesn't always wait for the children who love it. After a while, the fiery red clouds fell.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and the wormwood is hazy, as if it came from the fog, and as if the weather is going to change, as if it were a frosty morning, with white smoke steaming.
In addition, there is a broken urn on the wall, and there is a broken jar beside it. There is nothing at the bottom of the tank, only half a tank of rainwater accumulates on it. I climbed up the jar with my hand and shook it: there are many creatures in the water that can run up and down, like fish instead of fish, like insects instead of insects, I don't know. Look at the broken vat that barely stands and is almost untenable, but there is nothing in it. In fact, it can't be said to be "inside". It turns out that this cylinder has been broken. You can't say "inside" or "outside". Let's call it "jar" for short! There is nothing on this jar, it is smooth and lovely, and it will ring when you clap it with your hand. When I was a child, I always liked to move around. Once I moved, I couldn't help it. There are countless tide bugs under this jar. Scared and ran away. Standing there looking back for a long time, the tide bug ran for a while and returned to the bottom of the jar.
Why don't you throw this cylinder away? Maybe it's just breeding tide insects.
On the opposite side of this vat, there is also a pig trough, which has been decaying for many years. There are many mushrooms growing at the bottom of the trough, which are dark and dense. They are small mushrooms. It seems that I probably can't eat any more, and I don't know what to do.
A rusty iron plow head fell asleep beside the trough.
Strange to say, everything in my house is in pairs. There is no single one.
Bricks bask in the sun, accompanied by soil. Where there is a broken jar, there is a broken urn.
Where there is a pig trough, there is an iron plow head. It's as if they were all married in pairs. Everyone has a new life coming into this world. For example, the fish in the tank is not fish, the tide insects under the tank, the mushrooms in the pig trough and so on.
I don't know why, this iron plow head can't see any new life, but all rot. Nothing grows, nothing grows, the whole of Huang Chengcheng.
Touching it with his hand, he fell to the bottom. Although he is iron in essence, he has fallen to this day, just like yellow mud, just like being paralyzed. Compared with its companion's wooden trough, it is really a thousand miles away, ashamed and ashamed. If this plow were human, he would cry and shout, "My physique is better than all of you.". Why are you so weak today? "
It is not only weak and yellow, but also rainy, and its yellow pigment also flows to others with the rain. Half of the pigsty has been dyed yellow.
The yellow water flows far away, but all the land it passes through is dyed yellow by it.