Extra: Today's wind and sun are good for worshiping ancestors

The "Today's Wind and Sun" worship of ancestors is considered an extra article in "The Snow in Hometown, Love in Hometown", which is a story for you to be thirsty for the New Year, and also for the swords after the mountain is closed.

Maybe next year is better, and the Year of the Ox will make a name for my career!

Encourage with your wolf friends

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I stood on the shore of time, drifting towards my past, and the rippling ripples were my former frivolity and unrestrainedness.

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The 14th day of the second lunar month every year is the annual folk cultural event in Gaoshi Town. It is also the most lively day in the day. As one of the historical and cultural relics, the Cui family's chastity archway is decorated with lights and colorful flags. Since the reform and opening up, not only has the original local culture preserved, but also has a popular music dance troupe, singing and dancing, which can cater to the tastes of young people. This is the custom. "Although our ancestors are far away, sacrifices must be sincere.

"The villagers who are usually tired of life must put down their work, take their wives and children, and recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.

During the few days of worshiping ancestors, ordinary villagers do not have food at home. Each family is the unit, and the eldest son takes the lead in offering sacrifices, but the expenses are borne by each house.

This year, as the eldest son, my father is naturally the busiest person. He is busy all day long and travels through various houses.

I saw my father's face was flushed and his expression was very cute. Of course, it was caused by drinking in various families. Perhaps, family affection always seems stronger at this time.

The glutinous rice wine in my hometown is as bright as honey, fragrant as sweet as sweet as wine, full of energy

My father was not drunk enough. If he hadn't been excited today, he would have been drunk.

My mother and I were worried that he was weak and repeatedly advised him to drink less cups, but he refused to listen and started arguing with me with a blushing face.

In fact, as my son, I have drunk a lot of alcohol for him, but I have a great alcohol tolerance. The wine enters the stomach and the river flows into the sea. The most uncomfortable thing is that the rising desire condenses in my dantian. I helplessly look at my mother standing next to me.

"Don't pay attention to him, let him go and make trouble, I'm really drunk, so I won't make trouble." She had always known her father and smiled slightly. After drinking a few cups of old wine, her face was drunk and exuded a charming charm.

Looking at her in a daze, her body seemed to be soft. What is "Wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk", I'm afraid that's it

"What should I do?" I helped my father on the sofa, and the gongs and drums were loud outdoors, and firecrackers and fireworks were ringing. On this side, my father was already snoring like thunder.

My mother pulled out a blanket from the wardrobe, covered her father's body, frowned slightly, and shook her head gently, "What else can you do? Let him sleep for a while." Then, mom, we..." I tentatively pinched my mother's little hand, which was warm and smooth, and it was fascinating.

"You're nervous, this is the countryside in broad daylight." My mother scolded and gently hit me. Gaoshi Village is like most rural areas. Every family is not locked at this moment. The door is open in the door. My father's handwriting is "Welcome to the Spring Festival, and I write poems with my poems in my wine." It is well pasted, and it still exudes a mushy smell. At this moment, what I think in my heart is to drink and caress the beauty. What I want is to hear the romantic and pleasant words with my mother's spring breeze. The two are in love, the golden wind and jade dew are integrated into one. What is life so happy!

The mother stood quietly, thinking in thought, as if she was Guanyin walking down from the picture, with a graceful posture, making people intoxicated and never wake up again

I don't know why I am often attracted by my mother's affection. Perhaps it is because of my nature, like a lost leaf falling from time to time, being called by the mother tree.

You will completely ignore the worldly troubles, love, hate, and love. Every day you just stare at her jade-like body, moved by this fertility, and feel that this life is not enough, and you always want to take her deeply for yourself.

"Let's go, let's go to the back mountain to have a quiet time." My mother glanced at me and walked in front

There are many bamboos in high stones, especially the mahjong. Walking in it makes the mountains full of green bamboo leaves fragrant

Walking through a mountain path and following the stream, it is the so-called Fengshui Lin Qilin Mountain

In this primitive forest with hundreds of acres of radius, there are steep valleys and strange rocks and towering ancient trees. When you come here, you will be able to return to the essence and return to the realm.

"Qiao'er, the college entrance examination will be in another hundred days. You have to calm down and sort out your thoughts carefully. Don't just think about these messy things all day long." My mother's light steps seemed to be rhythmic, like an ancient nursery rhyme, floating high and low in this space far away from the world

I like her feet, especially recently

Once, I sneaked into my mother's room late at night and gently held my mother's little toes. This itchy sucking almost made my mother's soul fly out of the sky

I remember the next day, she told me that night she was so scared that she wanted me to swear that she would never harass her when her father was there.

I didn't say anything, and pulled her hand to comfort my warrior. At this moment of waking up in the afternoon in spring, I let me protect my mother's love in a young heroic posture. The patterns are colorful and rosy!

I felt a force in the water grass swaying, and the river clams were breathing, intersecting with the arduous desire that was flying in my body, turning into thick smoke, swelling upwards

"Bridge, you promise me!" Although my mother is approaching middle age, she is still juicy inside her vagina. The meat is luring fire. Every time she fucks, the smoke curls up, making me always persist in conflicts and exhilarate the chill of spring. My mother just took off her underwear and used her light and plump cockscomb flowers to me. In this quiet and sweet afternoon, the grass and thin forest all congratulate me where I am beside me. An umbrella tree leaves sifted into the sunshine, and the light and shadows are like a fish swimming in the tail. My hairy mother squatted on me. This is her favorite posture. All things in the world, only you and me, recognize their eyes and return their bodies to the body, and let the blood-related umbilical cord continue. Isn't it better to lay three wine gifts on the tomb courtyard, and after the burning sacrifice, silver foil flies?

When the sweet water in my mother's mouth flowed into me, I chewed it repeatedly, lilacs churned, and tasted the rich wine of Hehua

She sniffed, chirping, and circled my years of lovesickness into my passionate ears

Mother is my wine, you are strong and I am strong, my lips and teeth are fragrant. I carefully wiped the sweat on my forehead and savored the frivolity of the fish and dragon dancing with waves.

The smoke and dust gradually spread in this misty sky. Our love makes the flowers fade, and the insects and cicadas automatically disappear.

In my mother's vagina, a warm scattered between my branches and leaves. The dew wet her clothes, the strings swayed, the wildest bird flew away, the most fierce beast spirit was shocked, I heard the turbulent water in my mother's vagina creeping, the fat crawling

Desire is like fire of gold, burning through the fields and gravel valleys, hitting, and hitting again. My mother and I were swaying, and the sounds passed by in the woods. How could my mother sing softly?

At this moment, my mother was soaked in the ointment and water for a night, and thousands of love waves were gushing away. I picked off the tree chips on her eyelashes and licked the fragrance on her cheeks. I said, Mother, let us forever!

My mother's love is a kind of unspeakable heaviness. She generously gave herself to me. This young man who hides ugliness and beauty, evil and kindness, and conflicts between love and hate.

She tolerate me because she trusts me and loves me wholeheartedly

She later told me that she could not give me a perfect explanation

The desire to sink is indeed an unexplainable mysterious attraction, perhaps a subtle influence. Through a certain smell, image, color or touch between the skin, people peel off from the established one by one, dividing the contradiction into sections

This cannot be explained easily, just like the process of the seeds growing into flowers

Therefore, whenever I see my mother alone, alone in the late spring flowers, I can't forgive myself for the silent melancholy when I cry in my mouth, I can't forgive myself

I want to say to my mother, you are my favorite among my loved ones, you are all my sky and mountains, and my soul and spirit!

Actually, I've been molted

All my consciousness, thinking, desires, and feelings have long been broken down one by one, floating in the vast waters of life, turning around with the whirlpool, and falling when encountering a cliff

After I was reborn, my luster was pure, and the dregs were gone. Although I disobeyed the world, my spirit was magnificent, like a phoenix, Nirvana

Soon, my mother's female flesh was tangled, wrapping the hardness of my stem layer by layer, as if she wanted to twist it off.

I gradually felt its narrowness and ruggedness, and the interweaving of the stems and bodies was in a difficult situation

I know, this is the prelude to my mother's orgasm. The clam meat is plump, but it takes more labor to gain.

At this time, the corners of my eyes were slightly moist. My mother always gave me so much. Every rhythm of her body seemed to have rich imagination and trust in love. I gently lifted her delicate cheeks with my fingers. She unconsciously hugged me tightly and screamed. The cream inside her vagina was leaking wildly. No one could control it. It was like the wind returning to the sky and the water entering the soil.

I pushed her tightly, experiencing its spasms and shrinkage, and comprehending the joyful beauty that this joyful Zen gives us, just like the Buddhist understanding of the realm of mirror flowers, water and moon

The bluestone under my buttocks was hot because I sat down. Maybe it was us. The temperature of my mother sitting on me was directly transmitted to this bluestone through me.

If the stone has a spirit and is watered by our love liquid, a strange flower in the valley may grow

How could I know if this bluestone is transformed and reincarnated in millions of years, is it another little devil in the Grand View Garden?

Ten minutes later, my mother began to be confused and shouted my breast name one after another.

After a abundant thunderstorm, she bloomed with a beautiful smile, which infected the surrounding trees, mountains and cliffs. I could feel her vitality strongly, especially the extremely pink and tender vagina, fresh and moist, and radiating the silk-like sunshine.

"Mom, I must listen to you." I embraced my mother's delicate body with strong strength. The instinct of the butterfly was to suck nectar. My love for my mother was like this. I entered her, longing to be a part of her, and longing to sink into this round and green mountain forever

In fact, before this, my mother had mentioned to me many times about registering for the college entrance examination.

My original intention was to study in Shanghai or Beijing, but my mother wanted me to stay in this province, saying that the provincial capital university is no worse than those places, and my father was about to be transferred to the Provincial Institute of Paleontology. My mother married the chicken and followed the chicken. She also negotiated with the Provincial People's Art Theater and was expected to be transferred to work.

The stream near me gurgled, like the sound of the piano far and near, my mother's sweet and quiet breath hit my cheeks. I gently stroked her delicate curves, thinking about the longevity of this life, and finally took a deep breath and agreed to my mother.

Although, I know that my mother still has selfishness, because my uncle was transferred to the provincial capital to be the executive vice mayor. In this way, I can help me stay in the provincial capital and work for a while.

At this time, my mother's hands are warm, and the closest hand that I hold in this life" Qingqingziqian, I am happy to see my heart

But for the sake of yours, I have pondered until now. "When Li Ge sang, my mother's long hair should be tied up when she lies in her arms.

Today, the wind is gentle and sunny, and the feeling of embracing my mother is like blood flowing from the body, mixed with me and her

The mother's moth head is hanging down, her breasts are solid and full, and a slight ray is rippling on her shining white body. I reached into her thin shirt, and she held it with a scent, which was mature and seductive, like a naked woman in her imagination, she nourished her children with wealth.

Her beautiful body was undulating, like a running deer moan, brushing through my ears, the sound of the wings at the fusion of sexual desire shattered my calm cracks, and I moved forward at full speed, trying to suppress her dream of transcendence, I said gently in her ear: "Fuck", and then, I was like a storm, leaping on the horse, imagining my mother as a plain of war, and suddenly, the sound of a sudden, the sound of a sudden, my mother fell down, and fell into my wide field. A crystal clear drop from her eyebrows, like a pearl, or an agate, and even more like the green clitoris between her crotch

I gasped, thirsty, and pushed my huge and weak, and sent out a long howl like a wolf, and my speed continued to accelerate

When I reached the boundary of happiness, my back was covered in sweat

And the mother, too

I think my father should have woken up at this time