1, and I'm Xiao Yaxie, who grew up beside you. The central wind hurried three or five steps, and the dance clothes became lighter and lighter. The warm day in front of the stage needed love.
2. The heather tree behind Zhonghetang, the pommel horse has painted the beginning of the epicenter, the dressing table, the dancing owl is often covered, and the platform hall is hazy in late autumn.