In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bullied me: I have the heart to be a thief across the street and openly hold Mao in a bamboo pole.
My lips are burning, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe! Come back and sigh with a stick. The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Oh! When did you suddenly see this house? I can freeze to death alone!
The last two sentences!