C62 White Dragon

We walked slowly, my feet on the ground, I didn't care, lifting it was tired, anyway senior riding was slow, I was not afraid of wear out my shoes.

Well, it's a bit poetic, but it's not two men. Looking at the grass in the distance, I have the urge to sing a poem.

The senior brother slowly pedaled his bicycle while humming a small tune. Looking at him so carefree, I couldn't help but ask