I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me.
Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.
People often hear their songs and stop to look at them from the window. The upturned face reminds me of dirty dishes that haven't been washed yet.
2. "Alas, you people! "He often sighs suddenly like this, and he doesn't know what he is sighing about. "The end of a man ..." It's always up to him.
Tzgang blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were indistinguishable, his shirt trembled and shone like fire. He danced wildly, as if he had opened the door and let him out, so he could jump all over the city! Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him.
In the process of singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, and sometimes flies. Youth instantly returned to her, making her look like a flower. Everyone is attracted to her.