Bury. In civilized terms. It's terrible. Everyone loves it, flowers bloom and fall, well proportioned and handsome. It must be the best among the dregs, the beast among the beasts. Moreover, according to observation, it must be calcium deficiency from childhood, lack of love from childhood, grandma's pain, mother's love, lack of pumping on the left face, lack of kicking on the right face, lack of beating on the donkey, and pigs stepping on the donkey. This is cucumber beating, walnut beating the day after tomorrow, motorcycle kicking for a lifetime, and finding a wife is a screw twist. Look at you. You're not as thin as a pig. Now I throw you in the toilet, and the toilet will vomit. Throw you into a black hole, and the black hole will explode itself. You say you, aunt, I'll teach you to practice calligraphy, you practice sword (cheap, the same as the back), you also practice the sword on the sword, Jin Jian doesn't practice silver sword (cheap), you don't do it, I'll give you a sword fairy, if you don't do it properly, you will cry repeatedly, and mom and dad will be bitches.