We can't find anything connected. I was born only a few minutes before her. With the passage of time, the mother changed from initial joy to exclamation: twins became two sons?

She robbed me of my height, and struggled for my achievements and praise, for my friends and for my clothes since I was a child?

She has been wearing the same pajamas as me and has been bothering me since I was ten years old?

What drives me crazy is that she gave me her friend as her wife. From then on, the pajamas of three people, long sleeves in winter and short sleeves in summer, have the same size and color, and they can't tell who is who. ...

I don't like cotton pajamas, let alone two women wearing the same cotton pajamas?

Mother gradually lost confidence and patience, because my child graduated from kindergarten. She was still at home, and we began to doubt her sexual orientation. When I was about to give up on her, she brought back a guy who had been pursuing her for many years and was dead set, and finally took her out of our sight. Everybody's relieved?

I must have been too excited to give my wife a seven-day trip to Maldives. I was afraid my brother-in-law would regret it, so I returned her. I will drive them to the airport myself, and I will watch her get on the plane with my own eyes?

I rang her doorbell in advance?

The door opened, and with an exclamation, I ran away and a phantom disappeared behind the bedroom door. Who is this? I was standing in front of her house?

She howled like a pig: "Little brother! Why are you so early? "

I also screamed behind me: "Little brother! Why are you so early? " My brother-in-law stared at me with breakfast?

I slowed down, changed my clothes and looked at her and him: "Go to the airport early, the plane waits for no one!" " "

Watching the two of them busy packing, a word popped up in their minds: "as thin as cicada wings." She is wearing a nightgown that I have never seen before, or an imaginative color. What is it called? Sexy?

Look at her putting that "as thin as a cicada's wing" into her bag, so a large piece has shrunk into a small piece, and I stare curiously?

She glanced at me and suddenly shouted, "Husband! I forgot to give my little brother a present! Quick! "

Husband? What a surprise, isn't it?

He ran into the house and took out two small boxes?

"Give me jewelry?"

"Oh, greed! Go home and see! "

In the rearview mirror, did the innocent girl appear again?

She actually gave me a "as thin as a cicada" couple's money!

Alas! I struggled for two days, my wife and little sister. Is that worse?

Put it in your bag and dare not take it out?

My wife is taking a bath, and I put on that "as thin as a cicada's wing", which is loose and fat, and I don't feel like wearing it. My skin is so comfortable and my mood is rippling.

"Husband! Give me pajamas! "

I took a deep breath and handed the box in. I dare not open it?

Stand a few steps away and turn your back and wait?

"Husband!" There was a scream in the bathroom?

I turned around in surprise. I don't hear anger and anger?

Did I really hear tenderness and shyness in that scream?

I'm stupid. Watch the door. ...

Prose as thin as cicada's wings 2 A girl with long hair canvas shoes often appears in her dream. Her eyes are clear and moving, and she looks at the sky innocently. No sadness, shallow smile.

As soon as you hear the hearty laughter, you can remember her sunny face. I want to go into her heart and ask her if she has a dream, as thin as a cicada.

When she was young, I think she must love dreaming, dreaming of the world and the future. Dream of blue sky and white clouds, dream of clear water and green mountains. dream about/of ...

A loud noise of reality shattered the dream as thin as cicada's wings, so I woke up, but I didn't want to wake up, missing her eyes and smile, as well as canvas shoes.

Who can gently pick up my broken dream, put it in an envelope and send it to me far away?

In the dream, she disappeared and began to look for herself, lost in the darkness of no one again and again, crying alone.

I tried again and again, trying to go back to my previous dreams, looking for her affectionate eyes, even a back, but I couldn't find my original dreams, only endless loss and deep sadness.

For a long time, I suddenly dreamed of her again. She said she was tired. I wonder why she feels tired without worrying.

I asked her why, and she said: My dream is broken, and it is as thin as a cicada's wing. Although I have been pursuing the dream as beautiful as a butterfly, I lost it when I got lost in the forest, so I was very sad, just like the shadow that had been there suddenly disappeared one day and panicked.

I was silent, and so was she. After a while, she went on to say, I looked for it for a long time, and one day, I finally found it, but after it was separated from me, it was attacked by too much wind and rain, tried to avoid it, and finally it was black and blue, and finally it was blown to the branches in the deep forest by the wind. I took it off carefully, and its moan was as heavy as an ancient clock.

I have been trying to heal his wound, but he is too hurt. One day, he said to me, I'm sorry, master, I can't do it. Please let me go and let me die. I was so anxious that I almost cried and begged him to stay, but he left anyway. ...

The next day, when I saw the girl again, she was much older, her eyes became distracted, and the white canvas shoes were covered with dust, which seemed to have been gone for a long time, but it was too late to wash them.

Dreams are as thin as cicadas. If they are hurt and destroyed, they are like the nutrients of life are exhausted. You used to be a walking corpse when you were young.

As thin as cicada's wing prose 3 Lotus leaves can sprinkle salt, wormwood can repel mosquitoes, and people are bored without money. This is so effective that it is universally applicable! Whether ordinary people or court ministers, whether in prosperous cities or poor rural areas, with or without Cao Zhi's talent and Pan An's handsomeness, the world likes to show off with money! How many people take risks for money, and how many people live for money; How many relatives turned against each other for money, and how many brothers had conflicts because of money; How many couples are separated by money, how many dramatic moments of life are being staged, and how many absurd days are being perfunctory every day ... Seeing the news that Ma Rong failed to live up to expectations in Wang Baoqiang, I immediately thought of Pan Jinlian who betrayed Wu Erlang, and Chen Shimei who was spurned abandoned Qin Xianglian. ...

Whether walking into the crowd or staying away from the world of mortals, what is involved between you, me and him, a dispute or lingering? Imitation or greed, imitation or nostalgia! What is false and true, what is hypocrisy and what is sincerity? Don't ask, don't think, whether you are silent or turn a blind eye, some things or things have to be admitted, and there is no doubt that they are irrefutable. Measuring people's value is money! No matter how fearless the spirit is, no matter how classic the dominant belief is, no matter how profound your knowledge is, or how shallow your knowledge is, how many people in the world will look down on money? ! You can't, he can't, and neither can I, because money is closely related to us and complements each other! People can resist the temptation of beautiful women and avoid getting into trouble. For example, Liu Xiahui sent a beautiful girl thousands of miles away and won a thousand-year reputation; However, I can't stand money, and how many people bend over for five buckets of rice!

Throughout history, time and time again, the hero of success or failure theory has become the final conclusion, which has been a reference for many years. Whether a country is prosperous or not, economic prosperity is the key, and it is inseparable from the' foreshadowing' of this money and the brilliant poems written ... so I dare not point fingers at money in vain, because it has the most beautiful face in the world and is kind to all beings!

Jiang Ziya is still selling salt at the age of 70, but his luck is bad but he is deified in Qishan; Therefore, people should not look at the people under the door. Maybe the salted fish will turn over and think that Guan Yu also failed in Maicheng that year. I am not a wild crane, and my accomplishments are not that deep. I just want to fight for money all my life. I can't, I can't live in peace, I can't survive in trouble, I don't know how many years I have been mediocre, I am so timid today! I want to get rid of bad luck, I can't wait! In fact, I am also eager to spring up like mushrooms after rain. Unexpectedly, there was nowhere to go. Watching the autumn wind blow off one leaf after another, I feel the lost youth. ...

Prose is as thin as a cicada. 4 Suddenly, I woke up from my sleep and smelled firecrackers everywhere. Han got up and looked lazily out of the window, but it was noisy. What happened? I asked. "Grandpa downstairs, he, he ... passed away!" "When?" "Just now." I am so confused that I don't believe my mother at all. You don't say!

It was a kind and kind old man, with gray hair telling the ruthlessness of the fleeting time, and a smile hidden between the wrinkles on his face, but it could not cover up the vicissitudes of life after all. I always look at the distance with my stomach in my hand, expecting my children to go home on the distant horizon. Although I am old, my body is still strong. How about ... just leave?

How can life be so fragile?

"Life is seventy years old", and everyone will face death. Only by experiencing where you will go can you understand.

For a moment, I thought a lot.

I thought of my grandmother who had never met before and died young, and I loved my grandfather deeply ... I thought of all my dead relatives, and their voices and smiles were still clearly engraved in my mind, as if the story happened just a second ago. I can't believe the fact of death and feel that death is far away. In fact, he is around us, quietly taking away one life after another.

I'm afraid of death! -Maybe everyone does.

I also thought of my grandparents who lived long. Although they have experienced countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, although they have crossed countless life frustrations, they will eventually face death and their lives will come to an end. No matter how beautiful the sunset is, it will also set!

I thought of my parents, although they gave me everything, although they tried their best to care for me and love me. But I know a cruel fact, they can't accompany me all my life. They will grow old and die like everyone else. I cried and felt that life was so short and fragile.

Finally, I thought of myself. Although I am still very young, although I am not familiar with the world, although I am still enjoying life and dancing with youth, I know that I will also go to middle age, look straight at death and finally die. The earth is still spinning. I often dream that my soul is struggling in an impermanent chain, struggling desperately! Sometimes, I wonder who will remember me after I leave.

In fact, every life in the world will die, only a matter of time, but death is inevitable.

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. What's more, what about other beings?

I know cicadas only have one summer life, but they spend it with singing and advocating freedom and light. I know that morning glory has only one day's life, but it blooms day and night to complete the mission of a flower; I know that the fragrance of rice flowers only has a life of more than ten minutes, but it blooms with its only life, resulting in a thousand hectares of fragrant rice.

I seem to understand something, dry my tears and face a little light in the East. My life is as thin as a cicada's wing, because there is hope and future, it is more gorgeous, because there is courage to fight, it is more exciting!

Prose is as thin as cicada's wings. September leaves slowly on a rainy day, and October begins happily in a hurry. After the noise of a double happiness festival, I woke up from a dream and watched the nightmare alone. Late autumn night, a cool breeze accompanied by sporadic light rain hit the city. Pushing open the curtain is like a drizzle, and the cold coolness goes straight to the nose. I just stared out of the window quietly, watching the autumn rain fall gently and listening to the shadows dancing. Shining in the sky, that's what you miss me forever.

Autumn rain is as thin as cicada's wings, mottled with tears, like a butterfly coat. Deep in my heart, the creeping throb knocks on the surging heart. In a flash, I always feel that the autumn rain outside the window is the voice of missing you, and it is an ethereal encounter with you on the other side of time and space. Wrinkle your brows and outline a deep feeling for you. The pale rice paper was covered with crimson ink. Raise your pen and cry, and your eyebrows bloom. Slim fingers, tearing memories into silk thread, swaying gently in splendor.

Time passes quietly like water. A busy day's work finally makes me calm down in this quiet night, listen to a warm reminiscence of the past, miss the autumn night and dance a dream together. I haven't had such leisure to think alone for many days. Tonight, let me draw a painter's picture in the world of ink dance. My lovely person in the distance, do you know how much I miss you?

In the depths of the world of mortals, pen and ink are understated, copying a seemingly fleeting encounter, and how many memories have awakened in a flash. Listen, a drizzling autumn rain is patting the window lattice, my thoughts are gradually flooding in this night, and my eyes like water are flowing in the silence of the night. Looking up into the distance, I saw raindrops all over the ground in the dark night sky. It turned out that I spilled a little bit of acacia for you in my last life.

Late at night, people are very quiet; Tossing and turning, trouble sleeping, with a touch of Qiu Si, ignited memories that have been annihilated for many years.

Wanjia, lights; Tears, ripples, a gourd ladle call, scooped up once weak disappointment.

Stay in my warm heart and watch you give me a bright dream. Wake up with nothing. I thought that if I collected all my happiness one by one, I would forget all about you. Unexpectedly, a touch of acacia eyes once again touched the pain in my heart. Love you, my lovely person, in this autumn, let tears flow along Wang Yang and penetrate your misty eyes; Let thoughts fly, let the tide of love surge.

With a long acacia, I use pale and powerless words to interpret my remaining tenderness.

In this life, you are an indelible memory in my life; In my last life, you were the love I couldn't give up in my life, and the surging feelings in my heart were the clearness waiting for you tonight. In three years, 1095 clocks spread. No matter in the warm sky or soft heart, I am letting go of my thoughts and thinking of my dear ones in the distance.

Who touches the piano and plucks the strings in front of the window, all is silent, fingers flick gently, and the crisp sound of nature breaks the ripples at night, just like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, shallow whispering, warm and quiet, so light that it is full of the fairy's back movement. Dear buddy, when my thoughts are getting worse, my heart is in deep pain.

Whenever my friends mention you, I try to avoid missing you. Let work paralyze my nervous panic, and let tears baptize my tired body and mind. I think, if it's not mine, I won't be forced. If it's not mine, I can't stay. When the autumn leaves were maple red that season, I first heard the rumors from the mountain call tsunami, and my heart ached like crimson blood.

At this time, if you don't miss me, you will be afraid of pain if you say it;

At this moment, it hurts to mention nostalgia.

The lingering breath affects the exciting pulse; Yingying's feelings are ravaging the cracks in the city. The increasingly dirty image has set sail for my empty hope; Under the guidance of happiness, my floating mood is full of secular dust.

I have to admit that I have been giving up on you, but I have been waiting for you silently. Waiting for you, your vigorous steps come to me again; Waiting for your bright eyes to stay in front of my eyes; Waiting for your delicate body to hug and caress me; Waiting for you to walk hand in hand with perfect posture.

Tonight, spread a piece of paper to announce the book and continue a lingering tenderness.

Tonight, listen to a reminder and dance a dream.

The drizzle outside the window is like silk, stepping on the Danqing ink painting you described for me, weaving a window screen with an amber-like transparent dress, and floating a pair of wings for you to sail. I just want to hide Qiu's mouth in your sleeve and make one last stop. Don't say it once, it will be sad. Don't talk about the future, we will leave each other. Don't say forever, it will break. Don't say, don't say, don't say anything, I'm still here waiting for you to come back ...

Autumn rain is as thin as cicadas. In the fog, I look through the autumn water. Pick up the fragments of memory, let Yu Qiu join hands with me, go to the road of lovesickness, and call you back. Autumn rain is continuous and cool as winter. Who is singing old songs all the way, which makes me dull and calm and clear-headed. One meter away, who spread fragrance in front of the screen and ignited my blocked mood. I think it must be you, it's you. ...