After being tied up with a gold chain for nearly a whole day, Thatcher Feng was almost used to it. Although Beckett Yan rarely pulled the chain, it did not bring much feeling of restraint. Even so, the days when you can't fly freely are sad after all.
"Wuhu...I am a happy little bird------"
As soon as the chain was untied, Thatcher Feng couldn't suppress his excitement, and immediately used his lifelong talent to compose a poem ------ The clouds in the twelfth lunar month are unstoppable, and I am very happy. The clouds, mountains and sky are two long. .
The little bird doesn't know where to land, and there is infinite intention in front of it. Why can't it fly freely? ①
The cheerful chirping of birds rang out in the forest. Thatcher Feng picked the tree branch that looked the most pleasing to her eyes and stood on it. She kept praising the rhyme and catchiness of the poem in her heart.
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