I am sorghum on the black soil in Northeast China.
It is rice wine brewed by a group of people after fermentation.
It is a grain of rice forgotten by sparrows in the field in winter.
It was a copper coin that jumped out of my mother's clay pot.
It is hot and cold water in the palms of brothers and sisters.
A pot of bulk wine
Brewing opportunities can be given anywhere.
Better than bottled water.
height
A thousand glasses of good wine are not drunk.
brave
Please raise your glasses.
Good wine sells well even in remote alleys.
I am your love.
?get close to me
Blood spurts from the body.
I carve it for you in my energy.
I am the spring breeze in March.
Blushing peach blossom
It's the color I added to your photo.
A pot of bulk wine
It is not good to drink.
I will accompany you on the road of life.
Here's to crying, here's to laughing.
Author | vilen, whose real name is Zhang Li
Wechat official account: Southwest Contemporary Writers Magazine.
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