God's face gloomy most of the day, to noon, and that the snow was drifted faintly drawn. Slim soft snow, shaped like gossamer, do not pay attention will not be perceived. Only by standing at the Ming Chu, toward the dark background of careful observation, will suddenly find, oh, really snow! This fine lightweight Snow Grains, like a painter holding a pen, the touch of color ink, paper Baozhan passion for painting and then painted on a Road to the flying white, then the situation seems to be absent, but also looming.

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