Chapter 64 Winter Creek
A small river,
Flowing westward.
No fish,
what to do?
A little hungry,
Drink some water.
Something in the water,
Little sweet.
Let's have a small pot,
Cook it.
Put some firewood,
Warm up.
This winter,
Not afraid of the cold.
So say this,
Do you believe it?
Autumn clothes and trousers,
Wear it.
Old grandma,
unnecessary.
Just one,
Thick quilt.
This river,
Chapter completed!