The frost.
The ice flower, the mother of the mountain, can agree. The mountain is hard, the rock is hard, the rock is hard, everyone is hard, the rock is hard, let's declare the hardness with people. This morning, the dew on the top of the grass is full of the courtyard, the phenomenon of the cold on the top of the mountain. Anyone on the mountain can watch each other, but the low temperature of the dew becomes a mother of this kind, the cold person tells me not to fight. Let's see pictures from friends.
















































































