Mu Xia

When I was young, I always thought that everything was in my pocket, and I was never afraid or worried. The long road always likes to lie in the arms of the distant mountains and say "forever". They walk slowly under the woods on campus, the clouds are floating quietly, the wind is long, and the palms of the ten fingers intertwined connect the two throbbing hearts. But the road is long and cannot reach the distant mountains. Awkward and funny than tempting, the road is long x the mean and gentle puppy attacks the distant mountains Note: My real experience, combined with my XP's vulgar reading. CP is reversible, I am very easy-going and may not write a lot. Concept: Youth is sour and regretful