C853 Begging(1)
Dr.2618-2-11, 7: 30 AM
The morning light shone through the clouds and gradually illuminated the scenery on the ground.
It was the beginning of spring, and the ground was wet. The melting snow water seeped into the soil, and the hazy drizzle accompanied by the cold wind of the season did not have the scene of spring that the poet described.
Even if they wore thick cotton clothes
