The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head and revealing the tail. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...
This is rarely seen in the south. In Xiao's memory, there was still such a snowfall four years ago.