Snow, covered with roofs, roads, broken branches, looming the appearance of various objects, blocking roads and traffic, the snow flakes flying in the sky, so that the heavens and the earth dissolve into a white one. In the early winter, like a beautiful, noble, reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sent a burst of cold wind. The heavy snow fell and fell. The snow fluttered in various poses in the air, or flew, or hovered, or fell straight and fell to the ground. The cold wind screamed. Bare trees, like bald old men, couldn’t stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind. The snow in front of me is naughty like a butterfly. It falls under the eaves for a while, and falls on the branches, and it floats on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.