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Past six months, a little game called qq popular farm network. According to reports the country has 3 million people playing, and some even to the extent of crazy, middle of the night to steal food to the dishes. Have a doctor to steal food, actually missed the surgery to patients,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lead to medical errors. Among the participants, with children, the elderly, a woman, a man. Even my big man into doubt age, and very serious playing time. A virtual trick that allows so many people love and obsession, a Central Plains explores the worth. I tried to analyze twelve, and I stole and stole my food dish netizen discussion,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], agreed upon in the text or can offer advice.
qq reason why the farm fire, because it is digging out of the Chinese people's Future generations as a farming nation, we in my heart, in the blood, the very longing for rural life, a sense of the kind prepared by agricultural activities. Open farms, mountains and water are rural, there is room there is a dog fence, let us look to find the spirit of the world's agricultural civilization of a repetition, it became the modern nostalgia carrier and be released. Allow people of all ages this way, I think this is the main reason.
qq reason why the farm fire, is it a human touch to the The reason why a lot of people addicted to playing with ease, mainly because the fruits of their stolen by others, want to steal as much as other people's fruit. Intelligent designer is that it to best meet this human selfishness and possessiveness, so you can either pick their own, they can steal someone else's. It is therefore not restricted to steal, it is a deep understanding of human nature. Of course, this in addition to possession of stolen, there is a friendship exchange functions. If you held a grudge between two people, then he or she would never away for this virtual fruit as Official is to reflect the friendly, before going to share the fruits of your labor. But others who see the fruits mature, rather than hands-on people, when admiration, he might be too self-esteem, excessive weight, may also be a bit I am online, only two people stole the food, one is a male of my students, if they find a good fruit to pick unceremoniously click button to see the fruit have risen, into my warehouse, and my heart were greatly However, Chang and the peace of mind, life, money is through sharing a meal, not to mention this virtual fruit? The other is an unknown, have not been met, chat Tingduo often joke Nvwang. She stole my dishes always said: Anyway, I do not pick others have to pick, rather than let someone else pick, and might as well let me pick on the ground and fair and reasonable over the full! I stole food when she said: how old are you, why and yours, I do not pick and you pick the same! Stole cotton also take advantage of people's cuisine. As far as I know other Nvwang dishes, it is never fixed, my mind to the noble to say that respect for women,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], appeared like a gentleman; to implement the said that a big man to play this game also, and a small woman general knowledge to touch their The reason why the fire
qq farm is that it allows people who have nothing to do, so that people get something to relax. In addition to fresh children playing outside, adults play this game is basically two kinds of people, one is all right, through the possession of this game time, so he has a something to do, do not possess no meaning; the other is something Many busy people to relax through this game, implemented in a relaxed happy. People who play this game, with our traditional Chinese culture to examine, in a word,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], words, and short, short, is fed stays.
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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.