This article is the product of the author's broken mind.
Because my mother knitted a new pair of gloves, but I dropped one at school the next day, so I dreamed at night that I was going to climb Mount Tai. The mountain god of Mount Tai said to me coldly: Please show me your gloves when climbing Mount Tai. What if I found that I only had one swollen glove? ! ! ! ! So I went to the foot of Mount Tai to buy some. My roommate opened a shop, which was full of socks... I woke up in shock.