Super Uncle

He opened his eyes and the overwhelming stench of feces almost made him faint.,Xiao Quan turned his head slightly, glancing at the person who was so arrogant.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home."。