I am suffering from a cold in the corner

The sky has been washed of rain, wind hallway and had to speak, burst the knee acid cold. So I dare not so headstrong, wearing trousers and sweaters.
Is in April, still coughing repeatedly.

Go to the pharmacy in accordance with the 22's orders and bought a brown mixture through Lifei pill.
BM is not an ordinary hard drink, a drink, from hand to foot, from the thin layer of goose bumps, such as the instruction manual says is so, there is a slight feeling of nausea.
Through the outer Lifei pill wrapped in cream wax, cut open with a fingernail out, a big dark teeth, smiled and said yes Shiquandabu pill. In his mouth, a drink of water go, Who knows not swallow large pills, stuck in the throat swallow does not go, they do not spit out a time shortness of breath, sudden retching, I reach out and then intact tablets, suddenly cried to speak, wronged.

From small to large, how the body missing, and can never played little bit and take medicine. , The more afraid of injections, medication, a small satellites is also a small teeth on the number of water to swallow.
I took pills with a fruit knife and cut fine, straining tears, spent a lot of work, finally finished swallowing. Pills had been the voice card, a dull pain.
To 22 phone, crying, severe, that I grew up eating this pills no, I do not know how to eat, to call you, you just call again. A swallow, caught in your throat is killing me, or vomiting out.
Becomes clearer and grievances, 22 comfort for a long time, that did not think I buy the big pieces of pills. Family are small packaging, it also did not warn.
Listen to my cry of the powerful, 22 they can not laugh too much, just kept comforting me, saying that good, do not cry. I like to coax me as a sister.

That moment is really feel pity.
Flow a lot of tears, began to cry.
Many years ago, the first toothache, I had such a cry. Great earth day, no one to give comfort. That pain and discomfort, only to suffer alone.

How can it not sad.
Like the ring to say, I am also a parent of the baby pimple, I am also someone mind the snow lotus.
Why is it called happiness, but always to not?
The vast earth, prehistoric years, we have just one person, never a person, he has his world, each other can not intervene.

I always secretly happy to see a friend.
Those who favor such as milk-like pure white, and between the lines, revealed to her, happy to teach people jealous.

Strikes Heart desolate, with 10 million people meet, separate, miss.
That met the secular stability of the man, only to find a compromise on the reality of habit and just a little warm.
Dear you, tell me how, do not let a heart full of holes in the Red Lane.