On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily in Licheng for several days. At this time, it was covered in snow and everything was endless white as far as the eye could see.
On the high wall of Liguan, Xue Li raised her head and watched large tracts of snow falling from the darkening sky and falling on her black hair. She shook the snow from her hair and whispered in a daze: Lu Li, when are you going to marry me and go home?
A short story
Purpose: Tell a story