When I was applying sunscreen, I found a large piece of skin on the outside of my right upper arm near the elbow. Look at the left side again, the symmetrical place is also broken a large piece.
There is no bleeding, just a piece of skin is lifted, and the marks around it are arranged one by one in parallel lines from top to bottom. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't fall or bump recently, I didn't use any equipment when I went to the gym, and it didn't look like a mosquito bite.
Returning to the table and turning on the computer, tapping the keyboard with his fingers, he suddenly woke up.
There is the position where the arm leans against the edge of the table. Recently, the computer has been used a lot (although it is not a "serious thing"), so many imprints have been pressed out.
Speaking of marks, there is a scar on the knee. When I was a child, I always fell there when I wrestled. I dared not tell my family when it was broken, and secretly covered it with a skirt. There are small stones embedded in it, but they were not taken out. After a long time, they stayed there and bulged.
? On the brow of the left eyebrow, he also ran fiercely when going downhill, and fell headfirst on a rock. At that time, I had six stitches, and it is said that there was no anesthetic at that time. I don't remember the pain, I just remember the way I was struggling.
On the fingertips of the left hand, there are marks of pressing strings and cocoons of holding the piano, which I thought would fade away, but they are always there.
A picture I painted the year before last, I like it very much, it was broken when I moved, and it was put on the bookshelf, blocked by a steam insect.
The type of insect is unknown, the head is made of copper-colored old parts, and the body is an oblong light bulb. Inside are discarded pocket mechanical components that I can't name. Placed in the damaged part of the picture, it happens to be a hanging branch, adorned with late cherry blossoms, which is indescribably harmonious and beautiful.
Imprints, probably have been painful, and will soon be forgotten. If it hadn't been for staying there persistently, I'm afraid it would have been more completely forgotten.
Sitting in the skewer restaurant, eating beer in full swing, and posted a circle of friends surrounded by smoke and smoke.
When I sent it, I saw that, almost at the same time, the person who had been almost forgotten without a trace also sent one. Scholarly articles on the discussion of the Liangzhu culture carry the usual tone: well-written and precise.
The photos of the barbecue, and the analysis and discussion of Liangzhu culture, are next to each other and stacked in my circle of friends. On the other side, it should be the same.
The first reaction is to delete the photo of the barbecue. Compared with the Liangzhu culture of 7,000 years ago, it is really
Second reaction, waiter, please add a barbecue! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com