"You're wearing it."
"Yeah!"
"Modern wear!"
"Yeah!"
"I'm your biological mother. I'll try not to abuse you, okay!"
"Yeah!"
"You are so good, you are indeed my child. Apart from being a little constipated, you are really obedient!"
The folding stool rises and falls, and the morning glory outside the house is singing happily:
The author is flower
The author is Gua
She who thought she was a flower turned out to be a melon
Suddenly it crackled
Under the beautiful sunset, a certain pig's feet dragged a certain author towards a better tomorrow.