In the distant sky, gloomy clouds are rolling and raging. Is that the prelude before the snow arrives?

The wind became colder and brought the first angel.

Stretched out his hand to catch it. So cool, yet full of passion, it melts into the hands, as if it is blending with the blood.

Behind her, there must be thousands of troops and horses, coming with the wind.

Elegant.

They must have come to the feast, dressed in fine clothes and dancing shoes. Standing on their tiptoes, dancing with the wind, dancing with the wind. The wind was also very happy, whirling happily and inviting the snowflakes to dance together. So the dance began.

Look at the graceful dance of the snowflakes, they are free and wanton without any sloppiness; their clothes are fluttering, so clean and elegant. Like a transparent poem, like an ethereal painting.

I stood in the snow, forgetting the cold, letting the wind invade my skin, and I also wanted the cold feeling that the snowflakes brought me; letting it turn my hands red from the cold, I You can't let go of this best opportunity to be close to him.

The snow is so cold that it pricks my fingertips and chills my heart.

Breathe into ice. This is winter.

In the distance, there is a group of young children, chasing and playing in the snow, using their red hands to warm the snowflakes. Looking at them, a warmth and moisture overflowed from the corner of his eyebrows.

I looked at those snowflakes, stagnant on the eaves, on the treetops, on the grass tips, soft and fluffy, lying on them so docilely, looking at this strange world, he Will you feel your own greatness in your heart?

Snowflakes are still dancing, swirling, and rising with the encouragement of the wind. I am standing in the snow, feeling the wonderful feeling brought by the snow scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. In this cold winter, I feel the beauty of summer flowers.