She twisted her hat, hunched her back, lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and her hands seemed to be holding something. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right, and suddenly reached into the water with a small fish in her hand.

She picked up chopsticks, reached for brightly colored dishes, gently picked up a piece, put her left hand under chopsticks, and carefully followed. The veins stood out suddenly, and the veins stood out for a while.

She crept up to the butterfly, suddenly bent down and held it in her hand.

She put the dish in her mouth carefully and tasted it carefully.

She ran away playfully when she saw another butterfly. Butterflies fly up and down. She stared at it intently, and finally it stopped on a flower. She stooped and stood on tiptoe carefully, sweat dripping from her face.

Near, near, the team leader finally came to his side, standing in front of him like a Mount Tai, shouting, "Hand in your homework!" " "

Seeing people sliding back and forth on the skating rink, my heart moved and I quickly put on my skates. The first few steps, some cold and cheerless, turned a few laps and returned to normal.

The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

Granny Liu came to the stone lion in front of Fu Rong's door and saw a sedan chair full of horses. Granny Liu didn't dare to go over, dusted her clothes, taught Banel a few words, and then slipped to the corner door. I saw a few people sitting at the gate, talking about the east and the west.

Grandma stretched out her right foot, slipped into the shoe mouth, grabbed the doorframe tightly with bulging hands, gently lifted her left foot, carefully inserted her tight foot into the shoe mouth, plunged it in, stepped on it a few times, and walked out with satisfaction.

Ning Jiayin ran to the crossbar overhead, stepped on the ground with one foot, swung his arms violently and flew over the crossbar like a swallow.

At the crossroads, there was an old woman, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella.

At the crossroads, there was an old woman, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.