It could be a talking idiot, it could be a talking idiot, and I've been on this line for a while! One day when I was thinking about talking to you, I flipped through your article and found that you are not like this, and neither am I. However, we have some ideas that we want to talk about, and we want to express them. I'm more contemplative, and you don't write anything else.
No matter how you express it, just be happy...
Kerosene lamps have been around for a long time. The memory it brings to me is both a time and a good memory. The flickering lights grew up with me. In that era, I was already very good⊙ ⊙ was very good than other children!
The history of kerosene lamps is certainly not the same as today, just as the Terracotta Warriors in Xi'an cannot be compared with the Shanghai International Hotel. The traces of history are always the imprint of history, constituting a nation's culture, in order to compare the difference between today and the past, in order to know today's progress or regression. The love for parents and elders will be more thorough, and the world will be more enlightened.
Your poetry is very good, I still appreciate, learn from you!
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