Chasing and frolicking on the ridge
Suddenly, there was a gnawing mud.
Ha ha! I didn't fall ...
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Swing down
Childhood is like a ballad
The protagonist is himself.
Under the leisurely swing
The children are crying.
I don't know why.
-It was.
The swing doesn't belong to you.
This was created by my classmate. I hope you like it.
It took us a long time to get it.
Be sure to choose us! !