: I write fake notes on the Frozen Throne

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Returning to my hometown today, the wood is heated and frozen into dogs, minus six or seven degrees, and the pure body is hard against the double damage of ‘physical low temperature + magic frost’. The hands are stiff, the flexibility is zero, the body can't bear it at all, and the moment of touching the keyboard, the pain from the fingertips comes. From the afternoon to the present, I have tried countless times, using my steely will to overcome the cold and force the code, but the cruel fact is ... It is too cold to breathe, too cold to think.
It was only at this moment that I realized that human capabilities have limits! I learned one thing from a long and cold day. The more I do not limit myself against nature, the more I understand that human capabilities have limits! Unless ... you turn on the heating. So, readers, I do n’t code anymore!
Today, I can't read the words. I tremble while lying on the bed. I will go home tomorrow and update it. So take a day off.
I'm really serious about the inability to get back to the sky. It's so cold. Frozen to runny nose, frozen to numbness, frozen to soul out of consciousness, frozen to the brain freezing thinking, feeling that the nose is painful after every breath ... It's so emotional!