"Aqian, look, what's floating in the sky? It's still cool when it falls on your face."
"The book says: Winter in the north is cold and windy, dew freezes into frost and rain freezes into snow. This is probably snow."
"Aqian, it's getting bigger and bigger as it goes down."
"Aqian, are you cold?"
"It's not cold."
"I'm a little cold."
"Come here and get into my arms."
"Aqian, your shoes are buried."
"Aqian, look, everything has turned white."
"Aqian, that bouquet of red flowers is going to be bent."
"Aqian, so beautiful."