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点击复制In cold nights the lamp glows faintly
Street vendors silently cast shadows
A bag of rice has risen thrice
Yet someone still guards warmth for their child
The neighbors old mother knits sweaters
Each stitch weaving winters peace
She says tariffs are like emotionless winds
Blowing prices into dreamlike heights
We havent studied economics
But understand the value of a dollar
You call it national strategy
We just hope for a tangible tomorrow
Under cold lamps we cling together
Giving amidst soaring prices
Youve taken our choices
But not our shared courage