Winter is a rock sugar gourd, the warm sun falls on the window lattice, the small snowflakes hang on the tips of the hair, elegant, clear and abundant, why not let them be like snow, such as frost flowers, like ice dew, the cold wind will blow through everyone's body, I like

In winter, it is a rock sugar gourd, and the warm sun falls on the window lattice

Tiny snowflakes hang on the ends of your hair

Elegant, clear and rich

Why don't you let them be like snow, like frost, like ice dew?

A cold wind blows through everyone's body

I like to be close to warm things

Winter has lost the day, and the sun has begun to lay in bed

The nest tempted me to linger with it again at the beginning of the morning

The thick scarf was attached to the red face

At the end is a reunion in the middle of winter

Take the bus and face the sunrise

Listening to his favorite songs, thinking about the impossible

When the snow recedes into the water

I hid some seeds in the soil

Domesticate sheep as many as my age

Baa munching on flowers

Grows iridescent fluff

So knit a sweater for the house that didn't reach the ankles

Warm quilts, rows of sitting in the sun

When the children get together to bake sweet potatoes, they are more angry than anyone else

Sleep all afternoon, no need for an alarm

The fireworks are gorgeous, and the short videos are swiped

The first frost of the morning, close the doors and windows

The lonely shadow drinks alone, and the throat is warm and cold

The sweater and autumn pants ran away, and the passers-by did not return

Take a few extra breaths of cold air to numb yourself

Lie down early and get up late, and wait for the sun

Three, three, two, two, should be in a dream for a reverie

Wake up tomorrow, make a snow, and kiss the earth

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