I hope the summer flowers will be buried in the mud, the autumn trees will turn red early, I can drink tea in this month, the cool breeze will sweep away the old withered leaves, and I can meet old friends again in winter.
Don’t worry, winter is not just about being cold and lonely. There are also hot meatballs in the hot pot, steaming oden, thick plush pajamas, and warm quilts. All the memories of winter are steaming hot.