The sound of chanting becomes white snow, and the heart is like plain, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is also clear.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter when I was born. The snowflakes outside the window, which look like catkins and reed flowers, are falling from the sky one after another. They have been falling intermittently for nearly a month. The weather is really cold, to the point where thousands of birds fly across the mountains and thousands of people disappear.
The fluttering snowflakes danced in the air with the raging cold wind. Wherever the strong wind went, there was a gust of wind. Grandma looked at me sleeping peacefully in her arms, and sighed softly: "Grandma will name you Feng Ling." Grandma looked out the window with eyes full of helplessness and pity.
Well, I really like this name because it was given to me by my grandma.
Intention: Fortunately, we are all happy in the end