Happy birthday Yinsang!
I've been writing a lot about literature and art lately. Suddenly I really want to write something pure.
Early childhood training
Simple people, little dumplings and a gentle teacher.
Beautiful as silence. Maybe if I didn't write about that feeling, it would be useless. Lost.
Infant training and resistance to foreigners.
Take out more skewers and add some soy sauce, and it's almost time to go fight the barbarians.
There's actually not much at the end. After the abuse, I'll write about fighting against the foreigners and conspiracy. I won't write the last chapter of "Rejecting the Yi".
I want to write about Yin Sang's youth. Green years.
Please leave a paw print. Please speak up if you think the characters are out of shape. I will correct it.
This article will be completed. Give it to Yin Sang, who likes it very much.