How to publish red wine bottles

It's snowing, and large snowflakes are flying and rushing to the earth, silent but affectionate. In the afternoon when snowflakes are flying, I look for the best place for red wine bottles in the garden. My hand was scratched by roses, my hair was wet with snow kisses, and my shoes were muddy beyond recognition ... Finally, when I found out that I could leave all the wine bottles without being discarded, was I as affectionate as snow and more and more passionate about things!