Joined March 2023
May people last long
This is a poem depicting the Mid-Autumn Festival, only wish those who miss each other can last forever, even if separated by thousands of miles, can also pass miss through the moonlight. Again to the annual August 15 - Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ushered in a rare monthly vacation
The sun flows between the fingers, imperceptible parents face was carved by years of wrinkles, dyed a root of white hair. When you inadvertently found the parents' temples have traces of snow, when you found the parents' body gradually curved, when you found the parents' hands thick calluses, do you want to say "thank you" to hard parents?