Through scientific exercise and scientific diet,
For more reference-Yang Yunfeng's diary of increasing height-I hope it will help.
For example, pure milk, yogurt, cheese and oatmeal are also good foods for growth.
In addition, eat more foods that are conducive to growth and easy to absorb calcium.
Food is the source of human growth, and the bones, muscles and so on that grow need the energy of food to transform.
So in addition to exercise, you need to pay attention to your diet.
Standing on the other side of time, I prayed to God that I would stand closest to you, even if it was only a stupid watch. Spend a lifetime in youth. If you are healthy, it will be a beautiful spring. I still remember those years, when the warm songs came from unknown places, which moistened my cold heart and saved my absurd years. I like your gentle voice, just like a happy gibberish. In this way, I look at you quietly, and time seems to freeze in an instant, and eternity is clear at a glance. There are many beautiful women in the world, but you are my favorite.
Time flies, but I haven't forgotten it for years. That beautiful love, above the blue sky, reflected your face, including our whispers and vows, and witnessed my romance and lingering with you. Holding a handful of moonlight, beside the independent broken bridge, drunk on the water of the West Lake, a ray of love light. Thinking of you sitting in Xiao Xuan's window, thrush turns red, and my mouth will be blown up. Clear lotus fills the pool, Mo Wenxiang, Shui Ze Furong Xiang. Raise your sword and ask for heaven, borrow three inches of land, and then hold hands with you to express your feelings, add fragrance to tea, dance for a long time, and remember the bluestone rain lane where we met in those years.
The misty rain in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River is tender, and the misty rain is surging with wet feelings. Along those deep or shallow footprints, carrying endless lovesickness for thousands of years, a pillow is warm and light. In the dream, there is a Jiangnan ditty that you and I love, and there is a bright moon in the sky. Let's hold the cup of happiness and poetry together to appreciate the tranquility and poetry of the years. Gentle night, slightly intoxicated in the agarwood of the years, originally this heart that sees through the world, ups and downs. The night is as cool as water, the lights are flashing, and your charm is unstoppable. Freehand brushwork face, dizzy with streamer, pulling my thoughts for a long time, looking for the familiar eyes along the direction of the wind. I won't forgive this crazy and merciful Buddha, saying that I have wasted my life. Because I know, she said, she wants me to follow the wind to find her, to accompany her, to see the long stream and the moss stained with frost. As the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and as time ends, explore the breadth of love. Let love continue in every rain and bloom in every snowflake. ...
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, because of you, everything has become a different kind of fragrance, such as the warm sunshine in winter, which is warm to think of. Even through the window of time, I can still see your face, still so clear and beautiful. The mountains are high and still beautiful and clear. The season when I met you is a drizzly spring. I would like to do it for you in this life: cut clouds into paper, brush my hands and cultivate a spring, and never waste time again.
The love field full of flowers has the most beautiful dream when I first set foot in this world. A young man's feelings reflected the mountains and rivers in Wan Li, and the fragrance floated, and Qin Guan returned to his dream. A affectionate pen, love for tea. You come into my dreams every night, leaving behind the sweetness of bloom in spring, becoming a pen in the blank of my life, weaving exquisite memories and permeating the dribs and drabs of ordinary life. Bloom is another season, which has experienced the strange fate of being baptized by wind and rain. Is there a perfect ending? Waiting for a thousand years of love, without fear of wind and rain, every cause and effect is exchanged in previous lives. In this life, can I share the legend of the harp with you? Obsessed with this legend, I hold a pen in my hand, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are all different charms.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River can't bring back the dust fragrance of the golden year. Thinking outside the dream, never ending, is a poem that I can't give up in this life. I was shocked for a moment, but I can't forget it. Women can still burst their banks in tears every night. What about me? There is no such right.
Everyone admires the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a rich and gentle place. The moonlight is like jade, the halo is at arm's length, elegant and comfortable, and how many talented people and beautiful women ignite thousands of poems between heaven and earth here! But in this misty rain, how many tears and lovesickness looking for marriage, together with interstellar fireworks, withered. The landscape in the words is beautiful, the legend in the words is not old, and the lines are inseparable, and life and death depend on each other.
Your tenderness is an eternal memory. In the poetic garden of Jiangnan, I will give you a spring. You are tender as water, and you are carefree, which is just suitable for the eternal beauty and flowing poetry of this place. You dream and sing, swaying the peerless Sanskrit.
The cherry blossom sea is different.
After thinking for a long time, I wrote a song "Love in the Cherry Blossom Garden", which I thought would be published.
Butterfly fragrance feather, beauty hidden dream amphibious.
Sakura rain is red with snow, and the kite drops into the green bay.
Love is a word, and the balcony is full of water.
Flowers and birds float, you and I * * * reward your heart.
Only when the ink is completed can we realize that this poem is worthy of our poetic life of sakura sea, morning bell and dusk drum, piano playing flute, fragrant fingertips, silent smoke and clear sound. Ink stains the world and loves Qing.
You once said, "In the afterlife, I will watch for you for thousands of years at the broken bridge. Will you go home on cherry blossoms? " At that time, there were many green shadows, holding you, and I smiled without a word. Just want this, you snuggle in my arms and listen to your symmetrical and gentle breathing. In this way, a little bit of happiness.
Mo Yan Wan Qing refers to an immortal time of twisting flowers and singing under the moon. Looking at you, I am walking among the flowers, dancing my dress lightly, walking lightly with lotus steps, smelling a cherry blossom and writing a poem. Ten years of life and death, four eyes facing each other, love each other and kill each other. It's a waste of time to kiss you when it rains. I don't ask how bleak bloom is, but I know that I love a Chinese odyssey, and the swordsmen don't hurt me, and I am drunk.
Cherry blossoms are bathed in the sun, pink and endless. The wind blows the curtains, jade butterflies fly, and the sound of flowers falling is very nice. Bright cherry blossoms are scattered all over the sky. You were wearing a pink dress that day. No, it was dyed pink. The spring day of that flower season was full of your beautiful dance and bright smile. The rich floral fragrance, I can't tell whether it is the fragrance of cherry blossoms or your body fragrance. The crystal-clear and elegant cherry blossoms are graceful like a love painting, and the hidden moon is lingering in the painting.
The long piano sound just reminds me of your figure when you fiddle with the piano. In the breeze, I will be full of worries and sing a love story for fear that my memory will be stranded by the years. Cherry blossoms are hidden deep in a mountain stream that belongs only to you and me.
In the sea of time in Wang Yang, time just flies too fast. That fine pen that has nothing to do with romance contains memories more or less. How to write the ending? After the experience, I will understand that time is a book, the wind is a note, love is a word, and the ups and downs are all in it. Every time I see what you say-bloom has become a sea, I miss it. My heart always hurts. In short, I have been distressed for a lifetime.
The tenderness of that season, like a dream, lit up the years and perfumed life. In the bright sunshine, I picked up a quiet and light cherry petal, let this refreshing fragrance overflow my memory and sing with the old tune. Mo Yun with a pen tip, in the fleeting scenery, sits and watches the transformation and reincarnation of the world, watches the morning glow with you and enjoys the afterglow of the sunset. With a beautiful flower, witness the spring in the garden and fulfill your dream of peace under the cherry tree.
"The golden wind and the jade dew meet, winning countless people." Cherry blossoms are flying, and life is no longer barren. The breeze blew away a beautiful dream. Butterfly feathers are empty, and the sound of the piano is a song "Carved Cage". I planted acacia seeds and collected them in the silhouette of the years ... In this life, I just want to be a flower, take care of our Millennium dream, and have various customs. In a corner of time, introduce a clean stream and cultivate a cherry blossom. Let the cherry blossoms stay in the season of opening to the sea forever, and then pick one and pin it on your chest.
On the wall, I am approaching you at a speed of 5cm/s (5cm per second), because that is the speed at which cherry blossoms fall.
Qian xusheng
The curtain is thin in the west wind, new words are stacked in spring, and brocade shakes tea for no reason, which is leisurely. A pulse of lovesickness can't escape this blue sky. Since it's destiny, it's only fate. Dreaming on my shoulder, I wish you a lasting relationship with a butterfly. Don't leave any resentment in this life. Affectionate, touching the moon, go to an unprecedented feast. Let this blue sky reflect your face and realize my lifelong dream. Holding hands with one hand and holding hearts with the other is a kind of beauty. When you first met, you were as refined as a lotus and elegant as a orchid, and you were engraved in a shallow dream with a pen full of affection. The bustling world and picturesque rivers and mountains can't compare with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. What are you afraid of: put on the golden armor of the previous life, for you, red blood and yellow sand, cut the gordian knot, accompanied by Jin Ge and iron horse. Hand in hand, accompany you to watch the bustling fireworks.
A piece of paper, tender, pen and ink floating, flying freely. Taking advantage of drunkenness, I embroidered an enchanting apricot flower and stripped off the faint moonlight. It's amazing, all the scenery and words are emotional words, led by love and soul. A thousand miles to find a bosom friend is destined to be a little chef of Boya and Hippo. In a simple sentence, a poem named "Qing" weaves the fleeting time into a dream and is an eternal memory. The meaning is still there, the grass is green every year, and the ink and bamboo flute are at night. It would be even more wonderful if you were accompanied by your melodious voice.
The world of mortals is covered with ink, and the scene of the moon is a scene, and the paper waits for one year. Endless love fills the sky, and love has been written into countless classics. Those unchanging promises, flowing through the years, filled the whole heart, so touching. The charm of the snowy moon and the lingering under the moon reappear in my mind. Love needle, acacia thread, a needle and a line draw a beautiful blue sky. A stunning woman, dancing in the streamer, wrote touching poems, awakened a quiet white cloud, cultivated with her soul, and waited for a happy season in bloom in the land of years, with rain and dew condensing. Looking at this flower, taking the rain, drinking mercilessly and writing poems unintentionally, feelings have invaded my heart.
Love always makes its own decisions. It never consults with anyone. Seemingly absurd, its land is a horizontal pond, the boat flows in the middle of the river, sitting and watching plum branches, exploring the courtyard wall, elegant and fragrant, affecting the dream of another season.