Warm winter poems

I didn't realize that all the seasons were in the present.

Only eating porridge will make you immortal.

-Song Luyou "Eat Porridge"

Ordinary but moving. In the cold winter, it is the happiest thing to drink a bowl of fragrant and warm porridge.

There is a hint of red in the quiet stove.

How about a glass of wine inside? .

-Tang Bai Juyi, "A suggestion for my friend Liu"

And the warmth of the red mud stove. Find a snowy day, have a good drink with three or two friends, get drunk or get drunk, and you can dream for a long time.