A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
author：Feel free to stop and go
One porridge and one meal
It's all hard-won
Memories of childhood
Frostbite on the hands in winter
Chilblains on the feet
Eat the radish until you spit it out
A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, I remember the frostbite on my hands and feet in winter when I was a child, and I ate the radish that I vomited
