The first snow in Tianyuan ten years. We arrived later than usual due to the heavy snow and the biting cold wind. It is rare to see pedestrians on the road. Only the lingering sound of the erhu can be heard. A straw hat. A worn-out vest and a small bench. This singing group was formed until the sound of the system rang in my ears. The sound of the erhu slowly stopped. He put away his erhu and pulled the old cow behind him. The old cow skillfully used his horns to push up the bench.
