When she met wang downstairs the other day, she pulled me to my throat: it was only 40, she scratched her hair, she had a phone flower in 10 minutes, went to the pharmacy and bought a lot of eye drops. I laughed and said to her, "you're looking at the fire, not at the oil." as the old saying goes, "autumn eats sanctuaries, your eyes are dark, and this season you're supposed to eat the purple and purple little fruit, sanctuary."。
This thing, sancho, has been given a name called "the first fruit of the kidney." the chinese doctor said that the liver was in the eye, the kidney was in the hair, that people were old or had to stay up late at night, that liver blood and kidneys were like oil lamps, and that when the oil was scarce the lights were dark. It's time to make it dry after autumn. And it's cheap, a few dollars a bag, much better than those quuba health supplies。
But then again, good things have to be eaten, and it's a waste just to grab a chew。
I say, the morning bowl is most recommendable. The first night you put black bean on a black rice bubble, you get up early and grab a sorghum, throw a few red dates, four walnuts, add a little black sesame and moisture, pour it all into the breaker, water up to 800 ml and press a rice paste button, and you can wash it. When we get back, we'll open it up. The sweet sour of the walnuts, sip it, snort it out of its throat, it's called an iron. Civil society has the word "black and black" and several black guys come together, and they go up and up。
The eyeballs on the computer phone in the daytime teach you how to do a lot less: 10 grams, 15 grafts, 5 chrysanthemums, pouring water in the warmer cup, and 10 minutes to drink. Don't tell me that the soup is so red, it's sour and sweet, and it's a few days straight. It's like two people living together。
The family has children who eat snacks or old people who do not eat them. One hundred and fifty grams of black sesame dry pots, and walnuts torn apart and powdered with 80 grams of san dry and ten go to the kernel. The honey boils down to a little bubble, rubbing like a face rubbing in while it's hot, squirting into the balls of quail eggs, a bag of tin paper, a sealed jar and a freezer. I get up early and chew twice a day, the smell of sesame, the brittle of walnuts, the sweetness of saloons in my mouth, and it's stronger than the candy cakes i bought out there。
If your teeth aren't so good, you can have a bowl of congee. Black beans, black rice, red beans for an hour and a half, and with a salsa dry, black sesame, and a few red dates, sweet and salty. It's the smell of living life when the old people get their stomachs warmed, the children get their stomachs warm, and the family gets a pot of hot porridge。
Of course, we have to put it in front of us. It's about the water flow. It's just a dream. It's routine, it's fundamental, and if it's a serious physical disorder, it has to go to the hospital in good faith, and the fruit is no better than medicine。
This fall, let's invite this little purple baby to your table. Eat right, dry again in the fall, keep your eyes open, your hair firm and steady throughout the season。
