Come what, go back or what, small snowflakes did not turn into goose feather snow, slowly rotating in the air, fluttering, self-care and happy. Huang Dan tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. Chen Shi strangled the man in his arms, "If you itch, I will scratch you, move around, and the heating in the quilt is gone." Huang Dan said, "You go to bed first, and I'll get up and do a paper."...
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek