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(1) I like the night, the quietness, leisure and distance of that night, and the winter night is more permeated with deep warmth. Winter is coming, the vegetation is withered, the Earth is in depression, and the air is cold and dry. Winter Night Market deserted, night market snub. Because of the Depression and cold outside, the Interior became warm and hot, and all the family members stayed at home. Especially for families with courtyards, a small house, a stove, and a family living together. There is a proverb in the North: wife, child, hot Kang. There is a hot Kang, whose body is next to the warm one. The whole body is warmed up bit by bit, and the mood will become brighter bit by bit. The fatigue and trifles of the day were removed bit by bit by the warm and comfortable Kang. I felt that happiness was all piled up on the hot Kang in this winter, and my heart was so gentle that it waved like fine silk and satin under the bright moon. (2) read carefully with a book in hand next to the warm Kang. A book is a vast world; A story is a life full of tastes and the course of life. Through time and space in the book, I have experienced the complicated life, honor and disgrace, sadness and joy. The fire in the room was booming, the child was doing homework at the desk, and my husband was reading books beside me. Having a good tour in the book, I always exchange my experience with my husband while sighing with emotion. The couple’s heart is tacit, the words are appropriate, and the hearts of each other are pressed. The night is more tender and romantic. (3) when the eldest son goes to the night self-study, he will shout thirsty as soon as he gets home and always drink a glass of water. The stove was on fire, and the drinking pot cup of my son when he was in kindergarten was ready to boil. In winter, I always find out, scrub, scald some red dates, cut some apples or pears, take some raisins, or some tea leaves and orange peel into the jar, add water to boil. Sit by the stove, or hold a book, or write some words, listening to the sound of boiling water. Pour the boiled water into the jar cup, which is bright orange yellow, and the plain, clean and elegant fragrance spreads all over the room. When my eldest son came home, he drank warm boiled water which was so cold that he always said: it was much better than drinks. I smiled and said to my son, “I love drinking. I cook some for us every day. There is plenty of fire in winter. (4) roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes are also a kind of entertainment for sitting around the stove when winter night falls. The new stove changed at home last year did not have an oven, and the drawer of the bottom of the stove could not bake sweet potatoes. So I turned over and over on the stove cover, and the attractive sweet taste mixed with burnt roasted taste spread all over the room, my eagerness made my child unable to say hello any more. I always replied repeatedly that it was almost ready (5) the baked sweet potato was weak and soft inside, so I broke it off, the hot air filled with strong sweet taste directly into the nasal cavity, spreading all over the room. Unable to care about the hot mouth, the two sons held one in their hands, pointed at the sweet potato, took a bite fiercely, jumped over and over in their mouths, opened their mouths straight and warmed, and their lips were covered with black dust, A hot sweet potato soon swallowed the skin into the stomach. (6) on a winter night full of moon and stars, you can see the bright moon through the glass window. It is round, warm and jade-like, wandering with the elegance and gentle warmth of Chang ‘e brushing her sleeves. Unable to resist the temptation of the bright moon, I often walked to the courtyard, looking up at the sky with the cold wind. The bright moon is crystal clear, and the clear glow flows down, reflecting the earth with a piece of light. The ground and Eaves seem to be covered with frost at first sight, but when you look closely, it is covered with moonlight, just like the deep flowing of still water. Back to the warm room, the fire was booming, and the moon was hanging high in my heart, shining my heart. (7) for the winter night, what I like is the happiness and warmth of the family embracing the stove. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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