In the dead of night
Li Min always bites the tip of his pen and looks at the dense political, historical and geographical information in front of him.
Then I drew poplar trees one after another in the dictation book and immersed myself in reading
Li Min's youth
Not full of gorgeous flowers
There are no colorful colors
There is only one tall poplar tree with the fragrance of pine standing quietly in the heart.
Intent: Everyone will become a better version of themselves
