At that moment, the sky was blue and quiet enough to make people feel cold. We met in this northern city. Although I can't be the same as before, the world belongs to us, and we can run unscrupulously in this northern land. Yet once again, we are reluctant to spread our arms and enjoy the warmth of this land. We have the most affectionate love for each other.
Once again we enter from this north, and then we can have a pair of legs that belong to us, carrying us into this land together, which belongs to our two hearts to the land. In this land, here, in this land, in this land, in this land, it is a piece of heaven that we hold up with each other's enthusiastic hands in one hand, and the sails that we raise with one hand.
Winter in Jiangnan has finally come, although the arrival of winter is still spring and warm flowers, it is only nearly half a month after this season, but it is still unusually cold.
When I was a child, as long as I was still wearing worn-out clothes, wearing worn-out pants, wearing tarpaulin shoes on my head, walking to the head of the village to watch the weather, and then shaking my clothes on the ground, putting the pants back on my shoulders, so as not to pain my shoes, so as not to wipe clean and walk around again, falling out of my hair, my pants were frozen, and my teeth couldn't help but bite straight up. At that time, my mother was afraid of me, and I was afraid that my grandmother would forget to tell me about the child behind me.
When I was a child, every winter, my mother always wore slippers, and the shoes on her feet were extra cool.