"Wutong, stop chanting sutras for me." Xia Qiudong lay on the bench and looked at Wutong quietly. Wutong knelt on the cushion and his lips were buzzing. When the wind chimes on the sycamore tree were awakened by the wind, Wutong looked up at the flowing hair ribbon on the branches.
She sleeps forever, and he reads her often.
Purpose: Girls not only have love for their children, but also love for their family and country.