"I was born in desolation, and I am not afraid of barrenness. Please don't send me to the torrent. I will be lost here and reduced to sand." "I will send it to you in a trickle."
Suddenly like a dream. The dried willow branches were irrigated. The bud heads spin silk and press the branches, and the light fluffs fly. Chen Yao and Yu Ran went in both directions, the timeline was a bit complicated, the past changed to the present, and they also brought some things to heaven (embarrassing)
There are many deputy CPs (including but not limited to bl)
Intention: Bringing some of my own views on man and nature