The biology teacher in junior high school told us something. He picked up my very clean book before, held it up and opened it. Naturally, there was nothing else except the beautiful handwriting. Then, he said, "Look, this book is too clean. I remember that when I was studying, I was fucked up by me. After saying that, I threw off my book without hesitation. I felt extremely unhappy. If anyone dirty my book, I would turn against anyone else. I borrowed the book by someone. However, I was criticized for being publicly criticized.

It is time to talk about this matter now. In fact, he closed the book from 5 a.m. to night. He had completely forgotten himself, time, and the operation of the world.

Such a day is actually more enjoyable for those who love books than eating delicacies. Going shopping, staying at home on Taobao, JD.com, going out to eat and have fun... is just a waste of time.

My day is probably the following:

The biological alarm clock wakes up on time and on time, brushing teeth while singing while making faces in the mirror. I am very awake when I have a song. I make some breakfast for myself, sometimes egg noodles, sometimes egg rice, sometimes only eggs, and then I don’t want to see the chicken. I have a task on my side during the break, and the cleaning at home is unrefuted. I choose the song and then work. This is also the case every week. I can clean it with my eyes closed, and the time has become less.

I applied a handful of sweat, drank a bottle of water, took a breath, washed my face, and soaked myself a cup of instant coffee. I wanted to taste it carefully, but then I became thirsty again, and I slurped and lost.

After resting for a while, the sun also climbed several inches higher, carrying a small bucket of water, and it was time to bathe the flowers and plants on the balcony. He liked to talk to them, called them a good name, and then repaired branches, cut dead leaves, loosened the soil, and finally said goodbye to them and started to enjoy it.

When I saw the time, well, the animation time was up. As the ending song ended, I turned off the TV, went back to the room and locked the door, stood in front of the bookcase, and chose a novel with my eyes closed, and didn't even look at the sky outside. I opened the book, leaned against the head of the bed, and ate different flavors of candy.

The candy in the jar is getting less and the pages of the book I have read are getting thicker. The story is just when I hear my mother outside shouting: "It's raining outside, don't you know how to collect the clothes hanging outside?" Ignore them, and they don't have time to pay attention to anyone.

"Did you hear me?"

...

After reading it, I opened the door with a good mood, as if someone just called me by my name. Oh, when did it rain? I still don’t know who got my mother offended, but she was actually getting angry~ Oh, it’s me.

In order to calm my mother down, she took the initiative to help cook. Finally, when she saw her mother laughing, she decisively threw down the stall after the meal, washed her, and watched the movie to go to bed.

There was nothing in one day.

Although it has changed now and there is not so much time to fiddle with flowers and plants, a novel has not been read all day and day in one go. Although it is still instant and I can finish drinking coffee, it still has no taste.
Chapter completed!