The vote is over.

The vote is over. First of all, thank you for forgiving everyone in the voting! Sorry again! The voting is over, and I have gained more goodwill than the votes.

This vote is a curse, maybe an advertisement. The process is an annoyance to everyone!

Brothers, brothers and sisters are canvassing! There are four of us, brothers and sisters, and we have the same blood in our veins. What kind of feeling is this? A fellow milkman has broken bones and joined tendons! This is a warm species!

Students try their best to canvass! Sixteen or seventeen is the most beautiful age. We have Chinese, math, physical chemistry, music, sports, art, dance, piano practice and chorus together! What kind of species is this pure close cooperation?

Especially the monitor, or the craziest, a parent-teacher conference, the votes will go up!

My cyclist tried his best to canvass! Headed by the coach, the number of votes rises much faster than driving in a straight line!

My book club is trying to canvass! A group of people with fragrant souls, awesome!

My students and my parents are trying their best to get votes! Voting is as timely as homework!

Friends are trying to canvass! Quite!

The flowers are more powerful!

My sister-in-law and brother-in-law are trying to win votes!

My colleagues are more eager to work overtime!

There are many, many friends who voted! Some people said after voting that some people just voted silently, which made me accumulate a lot of feelings!

Finally, I have to talk about my son. I have done my best to arrange it! The biggest mistake is not to give my son a warm species, that is, brothers or sisters! The sorrow of the only child! The only child, what a lonely and cold species!

Please forgive me! Thank you!

Love is not just a ticket! Please weigh more than the ticket!