The snow scene in the early morning is beautiful.

Looking up at the sky, snowflakes are flying in the air. I stepped on the snow, and I was alone in this white scene, as if I had come to heaven, with soft white clouds at my feet and lovely and pure elves around me. I used the dance I learned at school to dance with these elves.

In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.

It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water. I want to touch this strange fog, but it is like a naughty child, running east for a while and west for a while. ...

After a night of heavy snow, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roof of the city, standing on the flat top of a tall building and looking out, just like the rolling snow-capped mountains.