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The Deep-fried Live Fish
A news report: Singapore banned restaurants from making and selling a Chinese delicacy "fried live fish". According to the cloud: "This delicacy, cooked with the 'secret recipe of Northern China', was introduced to Singapore by a visiting chef from mainland China. That is, a live carp, after removing the scales, put the part below the two gills into the frying pan to fry. When the fried fish is served on the plate, the fish still gasps for air."
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Pepper Doll
The pepper doll lives in a pepper tree. Although wearing a green coarse kimono, bare feet, and hair is messy, but is a very cute girl.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The story of a bad boy
Once upon a time there was a bad boy named Jim - but, if you pay a little attention, you can see that almost all the bad boys in your Sunday school textbooks are named James. Strange as it may seem, and it is, this one was named Jim.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The soft seat carriage
Miles was sitting in a first-class train car, traveling across France to visit his son in Strasbourg, where he was attending college, a son he hadn't seen in eight years. It had been eight years since Miles and the boy's mother had parted ways, and he and the boy hadn't spoken to each other once on the phone or even sent a postcard. Miles has always believed that it was his son's unkind interference that caused the couple's relationship to deteriorate until the final breakup.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
My Unexpected Father
The annual sixth grade dance at the end of the school year is pinnacle to any middle schooler. It begins to set a precedence to what type of social being they are going to be entering 7th grade. How one behaves at the dance can make or break any student’s popularity. While it is not as heavily weighted as high school dances, the importance of this rhythmic ritual is very evident. For me, it was my chance to step into manhood and impress the one girl I had my eyes on: Debbie Washington. Similar to other sixth graders attending, it would be my first social dance outside of normal academic hours. Back in elementary school, there were fun dances held during the school day in our normal school day attire and participate in regular group dances like the Hokey Pokey or the Macarena. This presented a new problem in a content area I was unfamiliar with: prepping for a social gathering.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Fiction
The Brave moments in the dream
A long time ago we were in the deep mountains, that year grandmother was eighty-eight years old, I decided to take her away. I packed my bags and walked with Grandma to the side of the dirt highway to wait for the bus, and waited for a long, long time. I said to Grandma, "From now on, you will follow me and live with me in Urumqi." I had planned how the two of us would live and what kind of house we would rent. Grandmother gently agreed, but said nothing. Only later did she say, "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I am afraid of dragging you down." I couldn't stop the tears, but I said, "Grandma, we'll live together, don't be afraid." Then the car came and we got in. I was seasick and kept getting out of the car and vomiting along the way. Grandmother also followed and got out of the car to rub my back. Then the car passed by a small wilderness store, we got off to rest. The store only offers fried fish, so I bought some for my grandmother. Grandma had never eaten anything fishy, but she ate a lot that day. We rode for seven or eight hours in a row through the mountains and forests, and we were all tired and hungry from the bumpy ride.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Step Right Up
Harry hated clowns. Their garish painted faces loomed at him from childhood memories. Creepy beings, powdery paint disguising the human beneath, presenting a fixed mask to the world. Too bright, too loud, too in-your-face, all fake emotion and impenetrable motives: you couldn't tell what they were thinking. "They're there to entertain, to make people happy, Harry," his mother would insist, eyes crinkling in amusement. But bunches of bright daises that pushed into his personal space and squirted water up his nose did not seem designed to make him happy.
By Moments Like These4 years ago in Fiction
The Aroma of the Sweet Potato
Last night, the snow was flying, the wind was biting, my wife and I returned from my daughter's house drinking, just ready to enter the neighborhood, suddenly smelled the smell of baked sweet potatoes in the distance, the unique aroma could not help but make my heart thumping, so I dragged my wife rushed over, although the stomach has been propped up like a chirping frog, but also could not help but let my wife buy two of the largest.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Lusian Rock
The people of Pingtian Yard laugh at Dongganjia, "toads with long ears and horses with horns". East Dryfoot is like a barbaric fantasy world, which exists like a joke in their place. In fact, the two small villages are less than two miles away from each other, and most importantly, the ancestors of East Dryfoot still moved out from Pingtian Yard. But because the courtyard is small, there is a reason to be laughed at. Even the same ancestor is not weak.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
First arrival in kuala lumpur
The mornings in Kuala Lumpur are a bit slow. I came out of my school dormitory, walked through the green vine lined corridor, and then took the escalator to the MRT station.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
Stranded in the streets of Guangzhou
Returning to Guangzhou from Ningyuan, the Guangzhou home was a mess. During the twenty days away from Guangzhou, the wife said a lot in WeChat, her nose was bleeding, her head was splitting, and her whole body was going to explode. There is only one reason for this, because Dongchu is too ignorant. He forgot to bring his meal card and was hungry for a whole day. Forgetting to bring a water cup, he used both hands to catch water to drink, a whole day. Twice sneaked back from school, just to play the game he did not finish. Mrs.'s anger can make the earth burn several times, I am also angry, but in WeChat, I only replied with four words: you have worked hard. Mrs. straightforward character, like the poplar tree in her Yimeng hometown, rather than bend. She has many work tasks and part-time social jobs, so she is busy and hardworking every day and hardly ever goes home. The rebelliousness of Dongchu made her unbelievable, and she couldn't help but add fuel to the fire. I reassured her that Dongchu had just started boarding and there was a period of adjustment, and that she would be fine once she got used to it. She calmed down and expected Dongchu to calm down and be a good, obedient child.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The Autumn Rain Keeps Ticking
The autumn rain is cool, and the autumn wind is blowing yellow leaves. The wind rose, overflowing in this colorful autumn; rain down, potentially this mercurial autumn. Autumn rain, ticking ...... heart field gently swept, who with the common appreciation of autumn scenery autumn rain, or a peaceful heart as long as a careless, shaking a reserve of a long long time dreaming, touching a long-lost wake ......
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction