Jiaozi's poems remind me of the smell of jiaozi when the spring breeze blows idly. It's wonderful to wrap leek stuffing all over the room and listen to music in your ear. Thinking of my mother's love for jiaozi, I didn't forget to give it to an old friend when it was just memorable. Suddenly I feel that few people around me don't know when to have fun with their families. Jiaozi attached this little poem * * Don't forget to cherish the wonderful time with your family. No matter how many spring and autumn years you have gone through, no matter how many wrinkles you have, I won't think that under your plain appearance is your rich and fragrant heart. In the ups and downs, what remains unchanged is the yearning for home. Eating a flat food is like a crescent moon-Pu Songling cooked a flat food in the Qing Dynasty to celebrate his birthday-Ming Dynasty's "Wan Bu Dye Folk Custom" is not as good as lying down, not as good as dumplings. Wonton at that time is now jiaozi.
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