I remember my family and friends when I was a child.
In winter, they often sit around the fire and make a fire together.
Chatting, laughing, that scene.
It's hard to forget.
Even the poet Li Bai likes to sit around the fireplace.
The new poems of the frozen pen are lazy to write, and the cold furnace and wine are warm.
Drunk to see the white moon of the ink flowers, I was suspicious of the snow in the front village. ”
Extra burnout on cold days.
But what's wrong with burnout?
Invite friends to sit around the fire.
Even for a moment, nothing is said or done.
With that snowflake, it was engulfed in flames.
The days are so pure and simple.
Life is so easy and easy.
If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing.
In the snowflakes flying.
Burn a stove.
Just boil tea with this snow water.
Have a drink of poetry.
On a sunny day.
Burn the stove. Roast a sweet potato and eat.
Roast a handful of chestnuts.
The crunch is full of fragrance.
It is also the joy of life.
It coincided with a visitor.
Chat and drink tea around the fire.
There was a cool breeze around the courtyard.
The heat came from the stove.
Hot and cold alternately. But there is another kind of artistic conception.
On the occasion of the New Year's reunion.
Friends and family come to visit.
Children frolic in the courtyard.
Adults gather around the fire.
Eat melon seeds and chat.
A peaceful and joyful fireworks in the world.
I still remember my childhood. In the cold winter.
With grandparents.
Eat baked sweet potatoes around the fire.
Now that I think about it, I can't go back to the memories that I can't find.
Build a stove in the courtyard.
Even in the cold winter, it can be very hot.
The days of reunion.
It can also be used to set fire to the world.
Full of spirit. 
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