Chapter 85 Chronicle——Gift to the Little Brother Ice Season

Holding the slingshot in his right hand and making mud balls in his left hand - sitting with his back leaning against a pillar and his feet straight.The deep black eyes looking up at the sky, are they watching the crows stealing the grapes from the flower stand? However, the killing intent is full of love!I suddenly saw it from the window, and I couldn't help but froze, the water was already running down my cheeks! August 22, 1922. (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on August 27, 1922, and later included in the collection of poems "Spring Water".)