In Haicheng, the clouds open in the winter morning and the sun rises again in the morning. Countless people rush to the road. The night is full of wind and flowers. Who is the flower burying person today.

In winter morning, the wind is blowing around the high-speed railway station, and the passengers are sparse and shaking. Complain about the fierce winter in the south of the Yangtze River, and the boundless cold defeats the evil attack.

In the winter morning, the road and trees are alone, their leaves are red and green, and the sky is overcast and the rain is drizzling. At the roadside, young dogs fight and frolic, standing in two, three or three directions.

In the winter morning, when you wake up early, you still meet people who wake up early. The winter wind and orange sun diffuse the light dust. He who lives alone in another country can be a neighbor with diligence and no deceit.

In the winter morning, the sky appears after the rain disappears. Trees rise in the distance of the green mountains, and the early journey is difficult.

In the winter morning of Jiangning, the night long wind and fog swept the sky, and the sky was as cold as a bow. Why should we never leave home again? The withered leaves fall silently all over the bushes.

In winter morning, I feel that the haze of the two days will clear up, and the red sun will shine directly on the warm journey. Life is more expensive and full of experience. It rains cold when it is thanking.

In the winter morning, the dense fog locks the winter morning, and the tower is half hidden. The red sun slants into the thorn, and the old man enters the deep forest early.

In the winter morning, I feel the morning wind is weak and the leaves are colorful. The Tao is what life is like, and the rings are carved round and round.

In winter morning, one tree is golden and the other is red. The wind drives the fallen leaves to drift away. The cold winter is bleak, and Xiaomei is silent and warm.