Poems of Metasequoia glyptostroboides warming the sun in winter

1. You are like a fire in winter. The blazing fire lit me up. The warmest sun in winter always shines on me and warms me.

2. Winter is coming. The sky outside the window is gray, and the northwest wind blows through the bare treetops, only blowing big trees and small trees shivering in the cold wind. The northwest wind keeps squeezing in through the cracks in the doors and windows. I can see the hot air forming white fog in one breath, and even the pets and dogs in the street are wearing warm clothes.