When preparing food, there is more or less food, from solid to liquid, until there is no food.
The real way to cross the valley is to rely entirely on food, red dates, medlar water and sesame balls to maintain life.
Re-granulation is to reverse the process of preparing granules.
At that time, we were completely like in our mother's belly. We are completely nourished by our mother to maintain our lives, constantly being perceived and cleaned up. Then, because I know that I can't eat, I will be very calm and see my various desires. Then compare the feelings of other children, study together and take a walk together. Good!
There are few things to eat and too many thoughts, which can be seen at a glance. This is a good day for you to realize your thoughts and see your heart.
I miss crossing the valley, just like I thought, but I can't feel what it feels like to be in my mother's belly. In this way, I think I should be very comfortable, free, carefree and naive when I am in my mother's belly. I don't have to think about anything, I don't have to think about anything, my mother is my day, and my mother is everything to me. My mother and I are one, and I love her unconditionally and unreservedly.
Today can arouse the feeling that I miss my mother's stomach. It is the rice oil I drank today that reminds me of a six-month-old baby. Of course, the baby is 6 months old and still a little old. A little of my own consciousness. What kind of love is it when we are curled up in our mother's belly and surrounded by golden amniotic fluid? Now I close my eyes and think to myself: it should be completely flowing, warm, unconditional and natural love. It feels so good to be in mom's belly! I cried when I remembered it! Thank my mother for being pregnant in October and giving birth to me!
Really, I understand! Why do you always say great maternal love and selfless maternal love?
I'm lying in my mother's belly. Being a pregnant mother is extremely inconvenient, but she still engages in farm work and housework. At that time, the conditions at home were relatively poor and there was nothing to eat. My mother still resolutely raised me and gave birth to a younger brother. Until now, I have been worried about my brother, complaining that he is not filial and does not work hard, but I think my mother also wants this son very much. I am a daughter, and he certainly wants to have a son to share my daughter's pressure. Preference for boys is a custom in our countryside, and parents can't escape this fate. I suddenly understand my parents' difficulties.
In fact, who am I to complain? You raised me well when you gave birth to me! Why do I have to compete with my brother and others? How about comparing my parents with my parents? They are themselves, and I am myself.
At noon, I finally practiced the "praise" of the masses, and I had a whim to keep a diary, which triggered a spark.
I will share my screenshots with you, and then I will send an article in the form of screenshots from the harvest collected at noon. This benefited from Yu Xiaoyu's inspiration.
Some of them said-you are too stubborn. Yes, that's what Teacher Liu said: If you don't want to change, everything is on your baby.