一大早,睡得正香呢,楼下嗷一嗓子,开骂咱就在路边随便扯扯吧。这天儿多好,昨天那风刮的,你这体格没事儿,我这嘟噜这块儿,能给吹王母娘娘她姥姥家去。啥都吃,就吹不肥。你知道不。你咋弄的,传传经。别去家,乱。我要么不回家,要回,就一头扎屋里,不出来,眼不见心不烦。你知道不。昨天刚烦完。缓步台,叫楼下种上菜了。那空儿留的,我侧身才能过去,你这样,准肉夹馍。 Early in the morning, slept soundly, downstairs 嗷 a throat, scolded us on the side of the casually pull it. This is a good day, yesterday, the wind blowing, you are all physical well, I dumb this piece, to the Queen Mother blowing her grandmother to go home. What to eat, it is not fat to blow. You know no. How do you get it, pass it. Do not go home, chaos. I either do not go home, want to go back, to tie a house, do not come out, out of sight not out of mind. You know no. Just tired of yesterday. Slow Taiwan, called the kind of food downstairs. Nai Kong children stay, I can pass the sideways, you, quasi meat Rouga.