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    A cold is not a serious illness.  Maybe it's because of getting older.  The body cannot bear any abnormalities.

    She caught a cold.

    Sneezes one after another.

    Someone once told her that one sneeze is fine, the second sneeze means someone misses you, and the third sneeze means you have a cold.

    She hit six.

    I have a terrible headache.  Lying in bed still feel uncomfortable.  toss and turn.  The snot was struggling in the nostrils.

    Went to the market and bought a chicken.  I plan to make chicken soup to replenish my body.  Even though I know I won't be able to eat it.

    Fallen leaves layer by layer.  The absence of cleaning adds to the aesthetic appeal.  The cotton clothes I bought for my parents have been delivered to my home on time.  I saw the voice from my mother.  For a moment, I had mixed feelings.  It's just a sickness, why is it so decadent.

    The sky is raining.  She is holding an umbrella.  I always thought it was because of the rain, I accidentally got caught in the rain and caught a cold.  She stood in the middle of the intersection, waiting for a car to drive by.  in the process of waiting.  She finished listening to a song.  A very sad song, in tune with the rain falling in the sky.  It seems to be experiencing a silent farewell.

    Someone is standing on the opposite side of the road.  Wave goodbye to her.

    The vehicle passed by, splashing water on the ground.  It should be thicker, so as not to shiver in the cold wind.

    Sickness is a common occurrence.  Inexplicable sudden nosebleeds, inexplicable feeling extremely tired.  Inexplicable insomnia.  No matter what danger signals the body sends out, it can be easily dealt with.  But now a minor illness has become meaningful.

    ? Feeling far away.  I feel extremely painful.

    Like the gloomy drizzle outside the window.  Drizzling.  Fall into her weak bones.

    If you drink more boiled water, you may get better sooner.  Pass a pharmacy on the way home from get off work.  Bought two boxes of cold medicine.  Bewildered by the sizing eyes of the salesperson.  You shouldn't care so much about other people's eyes.  Whether it is kindness or contempt.

    She doesn't like drinking boiled water.  But like the fluidity of milk.  Sitting on the sofa and eating bananas.  Banana peels were thrown all over the coffee table.  A feast for the taste buds.  She knows that bananas are the cheapest diet.  The taste is sweet and greasy.

    The chicken broth is rolling in the pot.  For a moment, I feel the fragrance is tangy.  It was an illusion.  Chicken soup is inherently tasteless.

    Every Wednesday at the entrance of the community, there will be people selling popcorn.  Caramel, strawberry, cantaloupe, taro I like the taro flavor the most.  The ones that have just come out of the pan are still steaming.  Packed in a large plastic bag.  Eating while walking, you will be obsessed with the sweet taste, which has been processed for a deeper sweetness.

    I used to buy a lot of useless things when I was wandering in the street.  Sometimes I can't wait to buy all the things on the street.  It's a pity that she has no money to support her squandering.  Those things were brought home and put in lockers.  The dust and dirt that has accumulated for many years has changed when it is dug out.

    Cold weather.  It's really cold.  Sensing the coldness of winter completely freed her from her young body.  Reality gave her a painful blow.  She is old, and because of her declining body, she cannot resist cold, sickness, and hunger.

    Like that dead chicken rolling in boiling water.  lifeless.  Stay calm at the bottom of the pot.

    She shouldn't have compared herself like this.  She is a human being with a strong vitality.  Walk through several streets to appreciate the lively and prosperous streets.  The sound of footsteps on the fallen leaves was crisp and clear, the vehicle was still sliding ahead, and the road surface was wet and messy.  A group of children walked by and left behind laughter.

    She bought a lavender coat and put it in the wardrobe.  A striped scarf.  Thinking about the snowy days will always come, thinking about the happy mood of walking in the heavy snow.  The mountains and tall buildings in the distance were shrouded in mist.

    She is in this world.  Quiet, unmoved.  There is no sadness of parting, and no sinful reverie of world-weariness.

    She is just her.  Trapped within a square inch by life, only a weak body is left tormented by illness.  The down jacket is full of gas.  Inflated with a season of prosperity.

    Sickness will always be cured.

    Just as the rain will always stop, the sun will come out.  Dispersion and aggregation of crowds.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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