Prose and Poetry with Winter Rhythm

The last autumn leaf swept over my face.

An old man named Winter sang loudly.

So there's-

Snow, ice, mixed with cold air

Spinning in front of my eyes.

The rhythm of winter is really beautiful.

Accustomed to red down jackets and knitted hats

Sugar-coated haws also smell like snowman.

Steamed hotpot with Chinese sauerkraut

The colorful beauty of cooking life.

Let's have a heavy snow at once.

Throw snowballs, have snowball fights, and skate.

Children will change the world.

This rhythm is full of energy.

Let everyone's body and mind return to the true beauty of children.

There is actually a more beautiful rhythm in winter.

There is a breath of spring in the cold.

My Sweetie's green comes from afar.

The arms of publicity are full of colorful warmth.

Sincerity, true feelings and intoxicating beauty

I like the rhythm of winter.

I prefer the smell of winter.