The cold happens to be coughing again, and the weather is so dry, it looks like it's got feathers in the air, and it tickles as soon as it's sucked in the throat. I can't do this anymore. Make a nice soup. Coconuts, apricots, basalms, figs are good for coughing my lungs, so I don't write, so you can go for a hundred degrees. And this time, I'm doing it with three-person weights. I'm adding pork to make the soup fresh, and I'm reconciling it with the bitterness of the plume, and I'm always coughing my lungs。