The winter clouds are kind, but the clouds are not dark? Living in the same room with his son, he returned home together.
Fireflies and snow are falling one after another, and the clouds and clouds are not miserable? I share the same bed with my son and play with each other.
Ling smoke is curling up, is the cloud not solemn? Lying down with my son, taking in the wind and bathing.
The new wind is gluttonous, but the clouds are not cold? He is in the same quilt as his son, and Yanyan and Xing are together.