There are three thousand feet
To the peak of the rocky cliff --
I climb up bearing the pine box
Of my old man to be buried on top.
Pathway isn't always easy and smooth,
There are the days of rains and fails.
To carry the burden of a filial piety
Is the best in the clear windy days
When your mind is settled right,
Completely winded and suitable
For reaching the final realization
Of the parent-child's assurance.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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