It's cold

When I was a kid with a group of young people, I liked to play home games, with dads, moms and teachers, with lessons and needles and cooking. They pick up a bunch of weeds in the mountains, cut them and make them a dish. At that time it was just fun. It was a time when the wild grass was so long, it was like, "The wildfire is burning and the spring wind is blowing again." Mom doesn't like wild vegetables, she says they're oily, so we don't eat much. In fact, wild vegetables are the most responsive to the shifts and changes of the seasons, and the tastes of the best seasons are bad. Nature's love is best felt in the wild. There's more wild and natural than growing vegetables. It's a cold horse-sweet made today at the cabbage house, and it's just this season. Frequent consumption of horse larvae can decipher the pain, decompression, and sugar. But pregnant women are not fit to eat。