When the untidy children's voices in the classroom sounded for the first time, when the little boy opened his mouth for the first time, when the neat singing began to float, when the final chorus, when the boy finally led the singing, there were still singing accompanied by paper planes flying in the sky. when. It touches the heart more than anything, and cleanses the soul more than anything. It's as if I can't help but sing along with the sheet music. It's me. People can't resist the usual singing, let alone the children's voice that has the power to penetrate the heart.
By the way, I really like that little angel.
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