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It should be the middle of winter, the moon is cold, and the sun is warm and intoxicating.

The sky is fickle with children's faces, and the warm current is followed by cold air.

The outdoor fog is foggy, and the indoor is full of closed doors.

The walls are dripping with pearls, and the ground is wet with graffiti.

The clothes have not dried for a long time, and the damp utensils are hung with mildew.

I can't sleep at night, and I sit and watch the traffic flow on the street.

The drowsiness was hazy, and the plaster line fell down the corridor.

Aite Property inspects frequently and informs the cleaning first.

There is no poetry in returning to the south of the sky, and there is a lack of models in the classics.

If you want to dream of inscribed autumn words, you don't have to be suspicious of new poems.

Mandao returned to the south to fool, and I said that the precursor should be extraordinary.

Dongjun is accustomed to being a scoundrel and allows the crazy spring to return.

Annotation:

1, dream of autumn words, Tang Dynasty writer Liu Yuxi, the word dream, the title of the poem "Autumn Words", a poem that is contrary to ordinary people's thinking, is amazing.

2, Dongjun, the god of spring