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On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age

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On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold.

At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking about each other, the age difference is larger, but it does not affect their communication.

The forecast said that it was cold today, and sure enough, it should be colder than the forecast, and the ears could feel it, and there was a feeling of pinpricks. Traveling west along the Qing River, the forward bridge, the shipping bridge, the Banqiao to the Lihuang Road back, sweating a lot, and a layer of frost condensed on the coat. Greater Jinan's great development, across the Yellow River to open a new chapter, why not first put the old city such as north of Beiyuan Road, both sides of the Qinghe River, every time you come here, the Tianqiao jurisdiction area is like the war zone just exploded, broken walls and ruins, dilapidated, really, especially around the east and west of Lihuang Road. Alas, think too much again.

The lantern festival cold wind blows, and the clear river water curves and the moon is falling.

Willow branches swaying hanging lights, floating light leaping gold to welcome the new spring.

Put a song by Wang Feng "In the Spring" home, after fifteen is the end of the Year, each busy, everything is normal. Last night's boiled lamb soup, making a lamb grits, garlic seedling coriander, pepper with chili sauce, horseshoe roast cake tea eggs, comfortable, just to drive away the cold.

Friends, do you like this kind of sheep soup and sheep grits? [Assortment] [Assortment]

On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, the morning in Greater Jinan is a little cold. At 4:30 as usual, I got up, packed up Li Suo, sat down and meditated on The Ten Poems of Meng Haoran, Meng and Wang Wei are friends, thinking of each other, age

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