A simple youthful rhyme, the whole text seems like someone who has not woken up. If you don't like it, don't spray it.
That was the day before Huaili Elementary School was about to start.
In early autumn, the sky is clear and the air is clear, and the wind is gentle and gentle. The sky was filled with Yu Xia's quiet side and turned blue. When you open the window in the morning, which family's children are noisily eating sugar cakes not long after lunch, and whispering in the afternoon, is it some time before they are dipped in sugar and put into their mouths? Or wash the sheets with honey locust and let them dry in the sun? I seem to smell the snow-white and translucent green aroma.
The whole city is already filled with the fragrance of locust trees.
There was a noise in the courtyard next door that had been silent for months. Dad said that the family that was going to move in recently had arrived. He woke me up from my sweet sleep and went out to say hello and help me...
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On duty after school.
"Shao Zhuoran, I can't reach the top."
Shao Zhuoran finished sweeping the last dust on the broom and walked over on the shiny floor. He took the rag from my hand and waved his arm easily.
I sat casually, resting my chin on my hand, and found a good and comfortable angle to admire this hard-working figure from behind.
"Hey, Chen Lingxia, you haven't wiped your bottom yet." He turned around.
I chuckled.
The sparse shadows outside the window swayed, and the golden sunlight filtered through, coating his body with dazzling beauty.
Intention: Luck is the beautiful feeling in youth, which will still accompany you in the future.