It’s so hot, so hot; I’ll write a poem~
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Ode to the Summer Day: Leaving home in the morning, returning in the afternoon; my voice remains unchanged yet I’m tanned. When husband and wife meet, they seem not to recognize each other; I laugh and ask, \"Black man, who are you?\"
The conversation in that picture of yours is about asking for a clothesboard, right?
The third picture is indeed a good idea.
Li Kui, how dare you break into my house? Ahh!
This post was last edited by wang*neng on 2017-7-28 at 13:58. The scorching sun is like fire; half a year’s performance meets the targets. Employees go out to do business, while managers stay at home with the air conditioning on.