When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane，
Every day I meet the hawker crying，“Bangles, crystal bangles！”
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane，
Every day I meet the hawker crying，“Bangles, crystal bangles！”
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no ...