He was an angel in my arms.
Used to be my follower.
I thought I knew him well.
Facts have proved that everything is not necessarily.
He always goes to bed late.
Delicious breakfast on the table.
He can't wake up, pretending to sleep.
On the day of summer camp
He gets up at five o'clock.
Go and wake me up.
He wandered around in the hammock.
Listen to stories on your mobile phone.
His ears pricked up.
He closed his heart.
You shouldn't call.
He is immersed in his own story kingdom.
A few hours passed.
This "little otaku" is very authentic.
I drove him downstairs to play.
He met his little friend.
I haven't come home after running for hours.
He yelled at me when he was angry.
The sound made the building tremble.
Under the streetlight, he stopped his naughty playmate.
Escort a beetle safely into the grass
As gentle as a loving mother protecting a calf.
I am jealous.
Bamboo shoots grow out of the Woods.
Little friends cut bamboo shoots.
He stopped them.
They have a good laugh at his expense.
So he also joined the ranks of "saboteurs"
But in the corner where no one is there.
He visits the survivors of that pillar every day.
Climb higher and higher into the sky.
He quarreled with me, quarreled with me.
His willfulness and rudeness give me a headache.
But in the coffee shop
When the waiter brought lemonade, he got up to meet him.
The finished cup is delivered to the bar in person.
Shy and pure expression
He is afraid of darkness and dogs.
He also likes outdoor adventure.
He doesn't like doing his homework.
But obsessed with military literature
Write a good composition and dream of being admitted to Tsinghua.
Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes he is a devil.
His behavior is contradictory and antagonistic.
I can't see clearly which one is the real him.
I guess
Does opposition mean unity?
Is contradiction the coat of growth?
Think hard and don't understand.
I just got rid of my parents' shell.
Sit in his seat.
Remember my age.