But the next June was a dark and dark study for the exam, so I went back to China at the end of June, and my long-cherished wish was hard to come true. After returning to China, I finally met my girlfriends who were thinking about every day and night and dreamed of them: the baby who resisted going to work and claimed to be "the patient with May disease all year round" who just wanted to skip work and drink, and worry all day long about Bamboo looking for a good job, and evil spirits. A Gou, who has been running a lot, Darling, who gained 30 pounds in half a year after starting work, and Mai Xiaoxiao, who is still easily satisfied. It was a huge loss. The longings of Mai Xiaoxiao and I on the aisle of the bedroom in the middle of the night in college, and the imagination of Bamboo on the train from Xiamen back to Guangzhou were all gone. My mood can only be expressed in lyrics. , but it is really "the lost time is scattered in the wind, as if I can't remember to face it again". We went our separate ways, each had our own lives, and I was constantly worrying about whether my uncle was drinking again, far away on the Australian mainland. We are not together in Guangzhou to raise a dog and live in a foreign-style building, have children and talk about children's classics.
In this boring late night, I saw the gun version of the picture that is not too bad on the Internet, and the translation that I don't understand. Although I don't need subtitles, in fact, these are just foreign ministers, no need, sister Just a kind of consolation of the years. However, when several aunts vowed to use a few pairs of artificial breasts to fight the stubborn gravity with the spirit of man power, I just want to say, sisters, the book you want to read is not Suzanne Somers, but "The Theory of Evolution" "Ah, more than two hours, as Samantha said, I am feeling nothing down there. Carrie is still doing (zuō) for twenty years, which is really disgusting to watch. She is a menopausal aunt. She used to pretend to be sex and relationship, but now she wants to penetrate marriage. The aunt who doesn't worry about eating and drinking is really more tossing, and even Big can toss a chicken and a dog while watching TV. I can't understand why the writers just can't let Carrie's mussels produce pearls and let her stop messing around. In fact, every time Big called Carrie to be a kid, my heart was moved. I just thought of my uncle. Of course, this is just a digression of a young literary girl controlled by a three-dimensional uncle who has a serious Electra complex. Samantha is still in his heart, and he is full of laughter. But at this time, I am very sad. I just want her to stop. The screenwriter should actually stop her and let her settle down. Life is like what Mu Zimei said. She is Samantha, the legendary Samantha. Of course, these are all possible, if there is really a third Sex and the City. However, I don't care anymore, they have drifted away from me. Of course, they are far away from Sex early in the morning. It is true that menopause is not until you are not satisfied with your old age, but there is one thing they have not left, which is what Samantha said, we are soul mates.
At this time, I began to sigh, time, you are simply a wind, frost, sword, smoke and rain knife that is indestructible like mud Wrinkles like deep ravines where mosquitoes can be caught. It’s just that we can’t walk in the deserts of the Middle East, or the streets of Manhattan like the aunts, arrogant and arrogant, we can only watch "Sex and the city 2" silently, and then continue to be swayed by our own ordinary lives. Ruthless years toss. Or, write a movie review of Auntie to commemorate our helpless youth, ruthless time and reality.
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