Kosar Davoodi
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Stories (81/0)
Come on, listen to me sing a song
"Come, listen to me sing a song, my song is a wonderful medicine, it will make you healthy forever." This is a song created by a little girl in our neighborhood. Every time I see that little girl, she always looks like a happy little bird. In the sweltering summer, we all like to cool off under a big tree. The canopy of the tree was so big that it was like a big hat on top of people's heads. But we people just cool off but do not bother to talk to others. It's different when the little girl comes, her singing voice is sweet, like a nursery rhyme.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Gossip is an ability
Saying that a person is boring and not upscale, a word often used is "gossip". It seems that people who love gossip always have no taste, vulgar, gossip is the patent of silk. The rich and handsome white beauty is not gossip, even if gossip, said the silk is also used to pretend to be the topic.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Beef soup in town
My grandfather was the second in line, known as the Second Master. His brother, known as the Grand Master. The Grand Master left early and never gave me a face. When my second grandfather left, I was only six or seven years old, and do not remember much. My father was the one who told me everything. My father said that the two masters, not tall, a few meters, look similar, with small heads and brains, but different temperaments, the second master is slow, gentle, solid eyes, and the first master is anxious, windy, quick brain, as many eyes as grapes, a doodad.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Freckled Boy
When I was still young, I had a face full of freckles. When I entered my teenage years, all the boys and girls around me were aware of beauty and ugliness, but my freckles still did not fade. I began to walk with my head down, I refused to look in the mirror, and my young heart became sensitive and fragile.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Luo Han belly
The restaurant is three feet high, vermilion red door, golden glazed tiles, and three big words on top of the building, "Scholar's Pavilion" penetrating a noble and dignified atmosphere. But the strange thing is, although the restaurant has three floors, only the third floor on a door, the following two floors are tight, and there is no way up.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Scary Prophecy
There are two famous dart bureaus in Ningbo. One is Peng Tiansheng's Tiansheng Dart Board, and the other is Zhou Zhengde's Zhengde Dart Board. These two dart bureaus compete with each other and kill each other's prices, so they have become enemies, but this makes the dart owners pick up the bargain. As a result, customers from the eastern part of Zhejiang all come to visit.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction
Fancy Year
Throughout the fall, Murong Qiushui was wandering around West Street in Luoyang City. The old man Zhang, who sells noodles at a night stall in the street alley, has become very familiar with him and has changed his name from Mr. Murong before to Murong. Murong Qiushui just smiled gently, ordered a bowl of noodles, a bite to eat, chatting with each other, two eyes untraceable staring at the opposite side of the spring building.
By Kosar Davoodi2 years ago in Fiction