Sit up critically ill. What day is it today? Look up, my god, Monday. Bow your head again. It's over. Ten o'clock.
After traveling together for twelve years, I didn't know Mulan was a girl.
Dead vines and old trees are humming, and they go home from work.
The foot of my bed was shining so brightly that the alarm clock rang. I am exhausted to pay my mortgage.
Those who sit and watch the holidays are like fish.
My belt is getting wider and wider. I don't regret it. I'm tired of overtime and dehydration.
After three months of war, wages were low.
How much sadness can you have? Just like working overtime every day.
Qin receives the moon, Han receives the moon, and overtime workers don't return it at night.