I wish you love Uncle Liang
to young-dee, who wanted to go to hang-cheng for school and feared his father to stop him from doing so, dressed as a man of gossip.
who knows that this has caused her jealousy? your sister-in-law, who is also a well-known student, speaks of character, talents, and is no better than you.
now i hear you're going to study in england.
she smiled and said to him, “it's a great pleasure for a girl to be here”.
"what's a win-win? "a man like a girl, with three years of schooling, is a `female dollar'.
my sister-in-law looked forward to standing on the side of young-dee and smiled with her hands covered in her mouth: “justice, forgive my daughter-in-law for being straight in her heart, and say it, male and female, don't be surprised.
the girl has returned to hang city for three years, and we can carry a fat and white emperor! it's the second best! her wife-in-law has been a bully.
she looked up and looked up with a high-foot vase on her back, and said, "father, my daughter must be in love with her when she went to school, and if i was to break it in hang city, she would die in the bottle; if i was to be white and white in hang city, it would not be lost." "my daughter's waiting for us." you're allowed to go to hangcheng for your father's education, so you can go home early and take care of yourself." the next day, british and silvery women dressed as men were happy to go to hang-cheng to study.
when young-dee left, her sister-in-law often visited the police.
it's strange to say that the half of march is over and that the police are gorgeous.
later, she secretly replaced the bottle with hot open water, thinking that the next day the police flower would die.
how could it not have known a few days before the policeman had died, but he sent forth a smouldering scent.
her sister-in-law was so shocked that she thought it was unusual that she would never come up with other bad ideas.
it's been three years, and english is home, and the police flower is still alive.
the glass is in the realm of british and silvery from above.
in the apricot village, across the peach shop, at the bridge, i met uncle liang.
as they saw it, they shared the same vision, so they made themselves equal to their brothers.
on this night, they stayed in the hotel overnight as brothers and slept in the same bed.
sambo was tired on his journey and fell asleep.
he woke up, but he was sitting next to her.
"sun, take care of yourself and get some sleep!" british said, "go to sleep, i'm not going to sleep." "why?" uncle yama is strange.
“my brother liang has a strange temper to sleep at night, and once i sleep, no one is allowed to touch it, and if i get touched, my head will break, so it's good to stay awake.” and sam saysif you can't crash, i'll be careful." "what do you think, brother leung, if you say so, i will do as i command, except that we must place a glass of water between us as a line?" he said, "yes," and he himself called a glass of water in the middle of the bed, and the british laid down his clothes.
"why don't you take off your shirt while you sleep?" uncle yama wondered.
“my brother liang knew that i was sick, particularly cold, and that my mother had made me a shirt with 300 buttons, and that if the one was unbuttoned, it would be too late, so i slept with my clothes every night.” i wish young-dee a proper response to uncle liang san.
uncle liang believes it.
since then, both young-dee and liang sang-bak have slept in the same bed, but the loyal and honest liang sang-bok has not seen that british tai is a daughter.
mr.
liang and mr.
liang san are both on their way to see mr.
hang.
on that day, mr.
señor sat at the end of the school hall and saw only two men entering the door one time before and one after the door, the door to the left, the door to the right, the door to the right, the door to the back, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the left, the door to the door to the left, and the door to the other, the man saw, and his heart cast doubt on it.
later on, mr.
m.
was able to observe closely and find a number of gaps.
in particular, while the rest of the students go to the toilet, the only thing they want to do is to go with the rest of the people.
on several occasions, the rest of the students go with you to the rest of the students, who will not be able to do so, even though they are covered in red.
one day, in the classroom, mr.
señor guessed, “from today on, set a rule.
if a student wishes to offer his hand, he must go in alternately; one person is in it and signs are drawn; and whoever breaks the rules is remiss.” the students, though inexplicably, had to behave in accordance with the rules, and only to wish to the british for their grateful eyes and eyes to the gentleman.
♪ psalms away from flowers blooming, light like arrows.
♪ yamabo and indai studied in hang city, and then three years passed.
in one case, the parents were missed, while in the other case, the woman had many inconveniences in dressing as a man and decided to return home with his consent.
after three years in the same window with yamamoto, when he left, he took out a bouquet and wrote a poem to him, saying, "remember that he used to go to hang city and meet his brothers on a strange road." and when he came, he went to jeta river, and was red.
the three brothers follow each other.
who knows when they're going east.
how long will it be without trial? and he received it, by word, and thought of friendship in the same window, and wept, and he took a letter from him, a poem, saying that he had spoken to him that day, and had met him.
when you come, you'll have to stop crying.
the three windows were round and round and round and round and round and round.
it's hard to get rid of them.
"a ride for your brother." so they got out of the school and came to officer tong boulevard.
on the way, despite the wind and the sun and the fragrance of the birds, the two men were left uninspiringly, walking to the grass bridge, and the british were in a state of distress, in the endless sense of grief and in the words of yamabo, “there is a way to give the king a different place,” liang, and here i say a poem to say goodbye.” say, a poem:And when the grass bridge comes together, the spring moss will bloom three times.
Except for the plume, whose heart is cold, and He does not open the spring for himself.
He heard it, but it was very subtle and incomprehensible, and it was also a poem: three years of learning the two sides of the coin, and the most groaning of the moon.
Let's not lose our intestines today.
British Tai heard two tears: “Lian, I have a little girl at my house, 16 years old, and today I'm going to ask you to come to my house and say hello to him in July-July-August.
When the British spoke, Liang Sang-bak made a farewell cry。