Cold winter, a few people gossip. Idle, a turn, snow, is the first snow, fine broken broken floating, in front of the eaves, in the window, a white cover distant Xiu. The snow drifted over the treetops, over the eaves, and fell gently to the ground. As the tea faded away, the snow became heavier and heavier. A night of wind and snow, early in the morning, the courtyard, field, village slope a white. Leave too long, every snow has melancholy: the day silver paving, the wind sent snow and ice, ...