On Changsheng Street, two children first became friends and played and slapped together. Their fat and white faces were covered in mud here and there, which was very funny.
Recalling the past, where will you return?
Missing Qing Ling again, I jumped lightly to the thick branches of a tall tree and sat down, looking straight at the stacked floors in front of me.
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Finally find the fruit
The two people looked at each other. The original scene was no longer the same...
Intention: I will never forget you, I will always be with you