Over time, cotton-padded clothes are around, it is freezing in winter, the road is long and sparsely populated. "Cold winter, fat accumulation", slightly cold nursery rhymes, gradually entering the end of the year, how much worry, how much scenery.
At this point, how many pedestrians and wanderers in anxious to return began to mourn, and the South Ship North Station warmed the east wind and rain and melted three feet of frozen snow. At this moment, the kitchen stove has been cleaned by the kitchen smoke, and the gurgling oil soup is the mother's mourning for her son. Now the clean sheets can only be taken out from the bottom of the box.