Late leaves blown by autumn wind
This is mom's decision.
Put your hands under the doll's armpit.
That powerful arm
That is an insurmountable pole.
Dream of a day's stage
It is the dream that you and I pursue and love life. We are as helpless as geese flying south. What you want to do is what I want to do.
My mother let me fly, and my ideal will always cross the sky to miss the fallen leaves in every corner of the world.
Ah ... I can't come out and ask for revision.