In winter, the red face is like the warm ash in the pot hole

Cats can be stupid enough to warm their old lives

I can't resist your temptation, but I have grown this thick hair in vain

I don't know how many times I deceive it day by day,

Slowly destroying its heart

Take away its good beard.

See what you've made it look like?

If I hadn't blocked the hole, I wouldn't have survived the winter

In summer, the red face is like the phoenix grass (duckweed) in the ditch

The duck fills you with its beak

In the end, your cold nature crushed it,

Maybe you can't let go of it!

Good you are a curse, you are a mandarin duck bath.

In spring, the red face is sandy soil,

I am a seed of seeds,

Thou hast buried me deeply,

Decay does not see light, withering does not bath in dew

If it weren't for the change in temperature, I would always be with you

In autumn, the red face is the autumn wind

I am the tree with the leaves

You suck my face and say,

Golden hair looks good when it floats!

So I caught a cold nakedly

But thou hast given my blonde hair to the earth for pajamas

Red face is red dust again

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Note: The nakedness here is just to highlight the effect of the leaves are gone, bare, and the cold indicates that it has been cold in the autumn environment, not that the body is cold and cold, otherwise it will be difficult for you to understand how the hair is bald and still cold

"The Song of Things" 6 The red face is in the hand, please wait a while,

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