It's a spacious house, and the sun lifts the curtains of fallen leaves.
Melt the smile on the old man's face so that the house is ventilated.
A lot of farm work is hanging on the eaves.
Waiting for Chun Yan to peck the popcorn that blooms in winter.
Stick joy on the corners of children's mouths, those tears beaten by the wind
Now I'm pulling the baby, and occasionally it snows.
Talking to reeds, I haven't finished biting the parents in the village.
A snowball broke up a group of western Western jackdaw.
winter
Release a magical force and paint on the glass window.
Draw a beautiful picture; Silver-gray clouds
Rolling in the sky, as if brewing a heavy snow. ...
Girls in winter, wearing white skirts,
Stretch out your slender arms and gently touch the earth!
Thus, vilen presents a silvery white world.
Mountain peaks and villages, birds and me have become a part of nature.
In the beauty of white, you and me.
I can't tell you from me! Ah, this white and elegant season!