Major Snow

The heavy snow falls during the November festival, and only in the cold weather can there be an unstoppable amount of good snow that falls to the ground – longing for that night when the strong wind turned the river and the sea, and the snow mane howled in the sky. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, the frozen window lights up brightly. Pushing open the snow sealed door forcefully, the snow dragon dances, the flying snow fills the sky, the sun is chilling with the cold air, and the snow waves cover the sky, all reflecting a rose red color. The gullies and roads have been cleared, and new snow is everywhere. One foot is knee deep, and one foot is covered in snow. This is what makes it a satisfying snowfall.

Good snow, good snow

Good snow, good snow! The air lingers like mist, and the condensation steps resemble flower accumulation. Brushing grass like butterflies, falling trees like flying flowers. Scattered like floating jade, flying like a total element.

On a quiet and peaceful night, Bai Yu finally flew wearily, waking up early with snow shadows brushing against the window. Pushing the door, the pure warmth and clear air finally filled the ground. The empty courtyard is quiet, the plain and shabby courtyard is idle, and the ice is clear and pure. I can’t bear to disturb it.

As the saying goes, ‘Although white feathers are white, their quality is light; although white jade is white, they remain pure and chaste.’ How long can such purity last? ——It will soon be trampled upon by everyone and polluted into mud.