Life is full of chicken feathers, and the last place is chicken feathers.
In thatched cottage, some people are elegant, while others are bleak.
Like snow pear flowers, some are poetic and picturesque, while others are desperate and vicissitudes of life.
Humble as a mustard, a worm shakes a tree, but it is still a worm.
Alas, I can't let it go, I can't pick it up, I can't hold it!
I can only crawl forward.
Concept: You can still be dazzling under the gorgeous coat