The snow waves around are like the waves of the sea, and the mountains are like the crystal clear Dragon Palace Hall. Snow walls are like dancing silver dragons.

Large tracts of snowflakes fall softly and densely, dancing in the wind like white butterflies flying all over the sky, stroking the land made of silver jade, dancing dreamy hexagonal long skirts, with the melody of the wind and the meaning of snow. Dancing happily, but accidentally stopped on my face and hands, and I can't find this group of naughty elves anymore. It itches a little, like a girl's kiss.