"Li Xianyang!"
Li Xianyang was stunned and turned around to see Xiao Jiang holding a camera under the maple tree.
He is still the boy with sunshine
The autumn wind blew through my hair, and the maple leaves were like fireworks in full bloom, with little sparks scattered in the night sky.
I would like to write this magnificent fireworks into a storybook, and I am looking for a maple leaf to seal it in our storybook.
Intention: Even if life is a dead end, why don't you be the one who makes it happen and change it.
