classification:Science fiction |
author:<p>Citrine< |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-28 09:24:22) |
"Could you please sleep over there a little You're blocking me from working, Uncle." At this moment, a young stablehand carrying a feed bucket impatiently asked.,"Woof…" The little yellow dog raised its head and gave him a withering look, then turned over and continued to sleep.,This poem is concise yet profound. Its verses are simple, yet brimming with endless charm, perfectly capturing the essence of this scene.。