A few snowflakes were sparsely falling from the sky, white and soft, as if white clouds had fallen. It has been snowing for a while, and there is already a layer of snow about half an inch deep on the ground. The young man walked in front, leaving footprints one step at a time. The girl wearing a pink cloak followed the boy, jumping up and down and walking in the boy's footsteps. Maybe the road was too slippery, and she accidentally came into close contact with the earth. The boy stopped when he heard the noise, turned around, and looked helplessly at the little girl lying on the ground, "You..." He squatted down and helped the girl up, gently brushed the snowflakes off her body with his hands, rubbed the girl's head, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't cry. "Under the plum blossom tree, the girl felt the whole sky light up with the warm smile in front of her. The tears that had filled her eyes immediately because of the pain from the fall, she looked at the boy in front of her steadily and said, "Brother Mo, will you marry me when I grow up?"