A poem about going back to my hometown in heaven and Hunan.

xintianyou

The north wind blows in December.

Who is cooking bean porridge in the pot?

Mi Xiang Piao Piao Piao Man Cun Rao

Can you smell it from a distance?

I have never seen my sister before.

Your appearance has long been engraved in your heart.

Invite you to my house for a walk.

My sister's feelings are detailed.

White Flour Momo Guoguo Hong

My feet are frozen stiff, and I sit on the hot kang.

Do you like sorghum and corn?

Send another red flower.