Chu Daozi didn't know what the reason was, so he introduced the children first and wrote his name on the blackboard. However, these three words were too complicated and he had been taught for more than an hour but failed. It took a lot of effort to explain rice just by just explaining rice. The mountain villages in the northwest don't know that there are rice plants in this world that can be eaten, and they don't understand why girls in big cities have such a vulgar name.
The name Daozi was given by his father. It is catchy and has the meaning of harvest. However, it is a special symbol in the hearts of these children, just as novel as the white flesh.
No woman in the village has a whiter meat than rice. She has a flower or a flower. She has no name called corn or a cob. Even if she is called dogs, she is better than rice.
Daozi couldn't explain it clearly, so he let the children sing. This is very good. He was a literary and artistic committee member in school. He sang well. Although he didn't know the score, the Cultural Revolution was good. He sang it hundreds of times and he could pick it up and teach it one by one.
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution (hey) is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good
Chu Daozi sang the first sentence, and the children immediately started singing: Marxism-Leninism is popularized, and the red flag of the superstructure is floating
Revolutionary big-character poster (hey) The fire is everywhere, the victory sings of triumph to the sky
The 700 million people fight together, and the red country is firm and solid
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution is good
It's good, it's good, it's good...
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution is good
It's good, it's good
Lunch time was up, and before Chu Daozi could speak, the children scattered in a scent of the rice, leaving only Wu Liusi looking at him. This was the first time Chu Daozi saw this scene, and she cried when she lay on the table.
Is this her vast world? This sixteen-year-old girl thought of this problem for the first time, but before she could figure it out, her stomach started to growl
Wu Liusi also rubbed his stomach and said: Sister, I am hungry too. People are iron and food are steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry and you will be hungry.
Xiao Liusi still held the small hand he thought was the smoothest, and jumped home.
The evenings in Xinghua Village come quickly in summer. As the sun overwhelms the mountain, it feels dark.
Chu Daozi finished his meal, this time it was a sausage
This recorded meal in the Yuan Dynasty made this Shanghai girl new?
The name Daozi was given by his father. It is catchy and has the meaning of harvest. However, it is a special symbol in the hearts of these children, just as novel as the white flesh.
No woman in the village has a whiter meat than rice. She has a flower or a flower. She has no name called corn or a cob. Even if she is called dogs, she is better than rice.
Daozi couldn't explain it clearly, so he let the children sing. This is very good. He was a literary and artistic committee member in school. He sang well. Although he didn't know the score, the Cultural Revolution was good. He sang it hundreds of times and he could pick it up and teach it one by one.
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution (hey) is good, it is good, it is good, it is good, it is good
Chu Daozi sang the first sentence, and the children immediately started singing: Marxism-Leninism is popularized, and the red flag of the superstructure is floating
Revolutionary big-character poster (hey) The fire is everywhere, the victory sings of triumph to the sky
The 700 million people fight together, and the red country is firm and solid
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution is good
It's good, it's good, it's good...
The Proletarian Cultural Revolution is good
It's good, it's good
Lunch time was up, and before Chu Daozi could speak, the children scattered in a scent of the rice, leaving only Wu Liusi looking at him. This was the first time Chu Daozi saw this scene, and she cried when she lay on the table.
Is this her vast world? This sixteen-year-old girl thought of this problem for the first time, but before she could figure it out, her stomach started to growl
Wu Liusi also rubbed his stomach and said: Sister, I am hungry too. People are iron and food are steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry and you will be hungry.
Xiao Liusi still held the small hand he thought was the smoothest, and jumped home.
The evenings in Xinghua Village come quickly in summer. As the sun overwhelms the mountain, it feels dark.
Chu Daozi finished his meal, this time it was a sausage
This recorded meal in the Yuan Dynasty made this Shanghai girl new?
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