Sunflower author Ma Zhuo Ting stood tall, but held up a heavy family style, what he saw, was always a golden face, the sun's soldering iron swayed in front of her eyes, she did not lower her head, she kept spinning, by no means
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sunflower
Written by Ma Zhuo
Pavilions stand tall, but they hold up a heavy home
What the wind sees is always a golden face
The sun's soldering iron swayed before her eyes
She doesn't look down
She kept spinning, by no means trembling
It seems that some people in the countryside, running around