Author: Three Mountains and Five Mountains
I am the son of a farmer;
I love literature,
I live for this hobby,
My diligence and sincerity moved literature,
She gave me the glad eye,
It hit it off and we stuck together.
, my son,
-It's born.
Today is his birthday;
Last year's 65438+1October 27th is today this year.
He is one year old,
In order to dedicate him to my spiritual leader before the Spring Festival,
I had to give him an injection,
So he looks immature and weak,
My son.
I'm an amateur writer,
Got an amateur editor,
The amateur editor found another informal printer,
He became a bastard without a book number,