"Jingwei holds the tiny tree in his hand, and will fill the sea. He dances in the sky, and his strong will is always there. There is no worry about the same thing, and there is no regret when it is gone. It is only in the heart of the past, and good times are waiting for you!" In the inner palace with layers of pavilions, green bricks and blue tiles, a young voice murmured in an attic filled with purple air and green tiles and red eaves.
I like DaDa's books. Can I be friends with DaDa?