Especially the self-entertainment of primary school students' writing
Every late spring, the smoke and catkins from my hometown blur into a painting of mixed blues and blues. Unlike the biting cold when the winter snow melts in Beicheng, my hometown is always warm, entwining the bones of visitors.
But I will never see you again. So, when your eyes are so devastated, will you go with me to the windy and snowy night?
Purpose: When I am in so many holes, are you willing to walk with me?