That year, er, That year
there was a snowstorm
there was no harvest joy
there was no dry food and companionship
at the foot of the sunset, you used a folding fan to stir up the wind
you used a goose feather pen to draw it out in the spring of next year
I look forward to having you in the spring of next year
I hope you will have spring in the coming year
You like the flowers in spring
. > You are a swan that cherishes feathers
But, er, but
But the old scenery is hurt
There is no enchanting scenery
There are no mountains and running water
The night is dim
You are knitting feather clothes in that small village
Thinking about the swing under the feather in a warm wind
Blessing you on the swing in the village
Pray for you to have a swing.