Poetry about festivals is written in 50 words.

Mom, I'm so stressed.

One minute, one second, one tick.

The birds outside have flown home.

Whether it is cold winter or hot summer.

I am at home.

I am at home.

Not fiddling with Barbie dolls

Or go to the game website 4388.

Instead, I picked up a pen and drew on the Olympic math problem.

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tremendous pressure

I really hate 5678 on the blackboard.

When can I take a vacation for myself?

A grass and a flower.

I want to explore.

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tremendous pressure

I really hope to play with my friends in the dollhouse.

You are the father and I am the mother.

Take care of the baby until he grows up.

Time is consumed by study day by day.

The content of learning is getting more and more difficult.

Mom, I want to tell you

I will grow up without ambition.

Don't let nature have nothing to do with me

Give me a holiday, will you?

Mom, I'm really stressed.