All right, all right, turn on the light.
It rained all afternoon.
The house is too dark. Turn on the light. Go ahead.
Four is four and ten is ten.
Fourteen is forty.
Okay, okay, let's be serious. Read this poem
You recite:
God curse you!
honey peach
The closer I get to autumn, the more I want to send myself out.
Catch a pair of suitable eyes and open them.
Soft and lush moment, splashing the echo of the waterfall.
The faint autumn wind wrapped up the taste and slipped into the midnight.
Fragrant memories, like the tip of tattoos.
On the skin of Jiangnan, I cut into the water.
Looking back at the hurricane, a new leaf grew in the nut.
So, I'm willing to go down.