To exhaust the views of a thousand miles, climb yet another floor.
A fifth-grade student being able to appreciate the essence of a poem, truly deserving of those composition awards. Had it not been for the terminal illness, this child would surely be a top contender in the college entrance examination.
Indeed, only by standing taller can one see farther. In modern parlance, that's vision. This is a child with vision.
"You didn't bring me up to the rooftop just to recite this line of poetry, did you?" Yang Ping said, speechless as he looked at the primary school student facing the wind.
Sisi, dissatisfied, said, "Of course it's not just to recite this line. There are many other poems. I can't possibly recite them in the ward, can I? After a lot of thought, this is the best place for it."
I'm dizzy, she's come here to do homework.