C292 There's a ghost under the bed(1)

"A wide and wide road, a small river, a clear wave, picked up the chickens and ducks to pick up the geese, ah, aunt called the matchmaker from the shore." Zhang Xiaotian continued to wave his shovel as he removed the uneven surface of the pothole. As he continued to sing, he continued to cheer for everyone.

It was in the middle of winter, so it could be said to be the coldest time of the month