One night the north wind covered the earth with silver clothes. Wherever you see, there was a vast empty space. You can no longer see the rays of green mountains in the distance. The noise was swallowed by silence, leaving only the cold wind blowing through the treetops, rustling, shaking off the frost on your body.
sat by the window, with a light tea fragrance at the tip of his nose. The red stove has faded away the cold frost of winter and injected the warmth of the room into his heart. He reached out to take a wisp of coldness through the window. Suddenly he wanted to go out to walk on the snow. On the flat snow, he left a string of naughty footprints, adding a little bit of agility to the silent snow and adding a little more fun.
Immersed in the pleasure of dancing with the snow, temporarily forgot the cold of winter. As the cold wind swept by, the snow on the treetops floated in the air, and the quiet world came alive, just like the switch of the feast was turned on in an instant, and they wrote a song of love for winter together. And among the snowflakes, there is a faint fragrance, fresh and elegant, but not covered by the snow dance in front of you. It is just a firm and persistent anger placed in the ice and snow, sticking to the last stubbornness.
Looking for the direction of the fragrance, he took the steps of being addicted to the snow scene. A few red figures came into his eyes. Each flower bloomed beautifully under the ice and snow, swaying gently with the cold wind, as if inviting you to dance with it, leaving beautiful paintings in the bleak north wind.
On the vast snowy ridge, walking on the snow, returning home after searching for plum blossoms, enjoying fragrance, and enjoying tea and relaxing. Keeping the beautiful scenery of winter in your heart one by one, and enjoying a comfortable life. 
