In the early winter of Bingxi, the air is slightly cool, not very cold, but snowflakes are already floating.
Snowflakes, like light little fairies, fall from the sky.
Raise your head, look up at the falling snow, pick up the fragments of memory, and relive that sweetness.
The wind blows gently. The beautiful snow bears witness to the warmth that penetrates the years.
Bingxi's snow is a warm dream.
Dream, with the fluttering snow, looking towards the trembling lake in the sky.
Holding a smile and flapping her wings, she reflected the cold wind and snow.
The windmill rotates, turning out bubbles for group photos, which are lifted up by the wind and fill the blue sky.
Snowflakes are floating gently, carrying memories of the past and scattering them all over the world.
Bingxi's dream, blue bloom.
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