In the winter of the fourth year of Chui Gong, the first snow in Luoyang came earlier than in previous years and was also stronger than in previous years.
At the beginning of dusk, there is still a faint orange-red glow in the sky, and the fine snow foam has already fallen from the clouds, like jade chips sprinkled from the sky, gently kissing the glazed tiles of the vermilion palace wall, passing by the gray eaves of ordinary people's homes, and quietly coating this sacred city with a layer of gauze.
