白雪老了,乖张,一天不去广场就没精神。去就去吧,反正我也要去。已经走了六里,还余三里,右膝却一痛一软。千万别让她看见,以为我瘸。我停下来,踢踢腿,转转脚脖子。白雪偏脑袋看看我,又扭脸向前方。急什么,广场又没你惦记的母狗。哦……你不会相中那风筝上的母狗吧?你可真逗!我伸手搓搓它脑袋,它伸舌头舔舔我的手。我故意不走,白雪也就贴在我腿边静静 White snow old, perverse, one day not to square no spirit. Go go, anyway, I have to go. Has gone six miles, but also three years, but right knee pain and soft. Do not let her see, that I am lame. I stopped, kicked my legs and turned my neck. Snow looked at my head, and twisted his face forward. What are you anxious, the square did not you remember the bitch. Oh ... you do not know the bite on that kite? You’re so funny! I reached out and rubbed it in my head, it licked my tongue and licked my hand. I deliberately do not go, snow also posted on my leg quietly