Rolling hills,
Colorful and colorful.
The wind grew colder and colder,
Soon,
defoliation
Helplessly drifting to zero,
The world has lost its coat of shame,
Left stiff and boney stems.
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Squirrels are busy stockpiling food for the winter,
Birds rarely have the custom of preparing for a rainy day.
In the harsh reality,
Different life concepts produce different results,
Frozen
The squirrel hides in a tree hole
There is food and drink, sit back and relax;
The little bird had to face the cold and starve,
Even the tyrannical wilderness.
Winter is coming,
Winter is really coming.
Winter is merciless,
With the sword of slaughter in his hand,
Kill without mercy:
All the old past and old ideas.
Winter is benevolent,
Like a mother with boundless love,
Affectionately nurtured in her broad bosom:
Mighty Spring!