In Rizhao, the gull heron spreads flat, and the fragrant and warm Tingzhou dances the weeping willows.
The city has a beautiful spring, and it has been stormy for half a century.
Hard rocks can still make up the heavens and the earth, but I am drunk.
The topic was written in early spring and early March.
I don't smell it.
Last night, the branches greeted the wind and rain, and now there is red dust everywhere.
The tide rises and the sand hurts several times, and the clouds are three points.
Old worries are unsolved, new worries are gathered, and dreams are seamless.
This is the answer written two days ago. The supplement will not be published, but I may have room after reading it.
what do you want to do?
All rights reserved ~ ~ ~ It doesn't matter.
But this kind of thing is better done by yourself, so I lent it to you. Hehe, what stage are you a student?
I am a senior three student.