Bai Ri is a little pitiful person.
Born in the Central Plains, there have been years of drought and frequent wars.
That day, the crops suddenly burned. During the day, I watched the green wheat being devoured by tongues of flames, and I felt desperate. Anger that had nowhere to vent rushed in his chest, and he remembered the words of his private school teacher: Articles are used to convey the truth, and poems are used to express feelings.
He pondered for a long time, and ten words came to his mind: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
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Try to increase the update speed as much as possible, it is all fiction, just for fun, please be merciful. Begging for mercyjpg
Purpose: Love life, learn to live