Talk about it with great interest.

Flowers have blossomed, winter has arrived, and in the long-awaited winter, the snow has come, dancing smartly, lingering, looking up at the sky, the fields are boundless, the snow paints the winter, the dust settles, and the snow is wrapped in white, just like the ink painting scroll of Xanadu, the isolated dream world of Wan Ru.

Snow is the soul of winter. If there is no snow to swim in winter, there must be less enchanting agility, less masculine vision of Wan Li snow drifting thousands of miles, less scenery in the north and more majestic. In winter, if there is no white and flawless snow to visit, the fragrance of plum blossoms must come from the bitter cold, and the snow will search for the realm of plum blossoms everywhere. Looking at the vast snowfield, you will understand that there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Loneliness and adversity reveal unyielding pride and soul.

Winter is accompanied by elf-like snow, and the introverted winter is quiet and not lonely. There is a thick life under the snow, and the ice heart is clean, which is what it looks like in winter. Snow puts a holy coat on the earth. Trees are silvery, trees are symmetrical, snow peaks and white clouds, and smart flying snow dresses up the quiet beauty of the snow area.

Snow is the messenger of winter, and the world of ice and snow is a beautiful snow scene in northern winter. Since Xue was a child, sports competitions in the world of ice and snow have long been the spiritual home of northerners. The air is pure, and there is more noise and laughter outdoors and in the snow. There are always children playing in the snow and young people skiing and horse racing to experience the fun brought by winter snow.

I am snowing in the sunny south, and you are in the cold night in the north, with four seasons like spring. I personally feel the Spring Festival in the south, especially miss the snow scene in my hometown in the north, the same world, different skies, the climate of ice and fire in the north and south, and my mood is full of wonderful ripples.

Snow is an angel, white and flawless, which explains that the soul is as holy as snow and life is as calm and free as snow. I hope there will be Chun Xue in my heart every winter, just like the warmth of spring accompanied by snow in winter.

When spring passes through the silent winter, the ice and snow that are ready to go gradually melt, flow to the stream, join the rivers to nourish the world and water the earth. The gift of snow to the earth is so sacred and selfless.