In the morning, I didn't bother to comb my hair, and sang happy birthday to it. It stared nervously back, probably feeling that the two-legged beast in front of it had lost its mind and gone crazy?
After rubbing it for a while, it became a little impatient, broke free, walked to the French window and lay down in a long and thin strip, staring in a daze at the two hibiscus flowers that had just bloomed outside.
It has been six years, unable to cross the gap between species, unable to understand each other's sorrows and joys, and only companionship in the trivial years.
Such a relationship is actually quite interesting when you think about it.
Your and my thousands of thoughts are our own and will not disturb each other. They often sit next to each other very close to each other, and occasionally look up at each other, then look away, and re-immerse themselves in their own thoughts.
Do not interfere with each other, do not judge each other, but no matter what, I am by your side, the distance you can see when you look up.
What troubled it a little, was that a cricket got into the crack of the wall of the living room today, and it kept calling. The angle of the crack in the wall is a bit tricky, and it is even impossible to see the shadow of the cricket.
? Asked a friend, and replied quickly, what is difficult to solve, spray with insecticide, the end, the world is quiet
After thinking about it, forget it.
Turning around, I thought of that sentence: July is in the wild, August is in the sky, September is in the house, and October is when crickets enter my bed.
Sure enough, it turned out to be like this. The weather turned cold, so it should have come in to avoid the cold.
At dusk, probably because of the smell of mosquito repellent sprayed on it, it jumped out. Follow it all the way to the back of the piano and cover it with a glass. A very beautiful one, jumping very vigorously, shaking its long beard, as if showing off.
Put it in the yard, where there are its companions.
Speaking of the cool weather, it has been cooler in the morning and evening in the past few days, and I have resumed my previous swimming and running. After sweating, hunger usually follows. But think about the few calories consumed, and insist on eating if you want to.
Although I don't know how long I can last, exercise, or endure.
In addition, I am also trying to draw with ipad recently, which is a very interesting experience.
For example, if you make a mistake, you don¡¯t need to smear, just tap the screen with two fingers to immediately undo the previous stroke. If you regret it and don't want to undo it, tap it with three fingers to restore it.
What's more, for coloring, you can outline the edges first, then drag and drop, and it will be completed immediately, just smear a little.
Also, a painting can be divided into many layers, and layers of colors and line drawings are on different pages. It can be superimposed or removed. Each layer looks weird alone, but when stacked together, people or objects are immediately full and vivid.
It seems that it has become simple and user-friendly It seems that I still prefer the nibbling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. The high-tech painting method has become a Dada tapping of a blunt pen tip on a smooth screen. Although it is possible to draw hair-thin brushstrokes, it always feels a bit awkward.
The so-called awkwardness is probably not used to it yet.
Well, the undo of the two-finger tap and the recovery of the three-finger tap, can the memory be like this? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com