Happiness in the hands

The length of the Mo Dao people is not too short.

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It’s another autumn day, everything is so peaceful and lonely. The ambiguous autumn light sprinkled on the treetops, and it was no longer clear about the changes. The cool autumn wind slowly blows, and countless tired figures are sent to sleep.

In the park, the green belt in the green belt is layered, and the aisle made of agate stone is spacious and comfortable. The small lake in the garden is gently swaying, with golden enamel, such as the fairyland. Suddenly, a little girl with a peach-like face and a small mouthful of cherry-red mouths whimpered from the dark path. Her pace is soft, such as the fairy, but the cry is so thrilling that the uninformed passers-by can't understand.

The little girl was barefoot, her shoes fell into the lake while playing with water, she cried, crying that she had no shoes to wear.

As the sun sets, the dawn falls, and under the illumination of Yu Huihui, the park is particularly splendid. Suddenly, the sound of a wheelchair came from the agate stone path. A little boy pushing a wheelchair squatted toward the little girl. The blond hair was especially accommodating to the light. The round eyes looked directly at the little girl, knees. The following is an empty pants, floating in the wind. The little boy said nothing, looking straight into the distant mountains.

"I have been crying, crying, I don't have shoes to wear until I see someone without feet!!" the little girl said in surprise.

The moon rose, and the moonlight quietly sprinkled on the empty boy's pants.

Many times, you will feel that someone else's things are better than your own. In fact, only the ones who are happy in the hands can find the other side of things!

The third day of the middle school attached to the middle school: Pan Ganyu