The child's weight.
It's on its head, looking at the land anxiously.
Ba is at the gate of the park, and the foundation is relatively loose.
Stand in a domineering manner
But it, now chooses to fall.
Choose to end the fear in the soul in a tyrannical way.
I think it must know that there will be children passing by.
I must know that someone will touch it gently.
Must understand the ideas of designers, manufacturers and installers.
It must be known that its stretched sister was forced to sell herself at the face value of 100 yuan.
It's just a substitute trace. I don't know where it will be next autumn.
It is better to rest in glory than to be forgotten when you are lonely.
I have been in a daze where it fell many times.
Silently looking at the child's body, getting thinner and softer.
I thought he was too young to bear the fate of adulthood prematurely.
But in this flustered country, so many people can't wait.
Just like me at this time, I branded a fragile iron gate as qualified.
Never be afraid, one day it will penetrate your own time.