There was clear snow falling as soon as I woke up in the morning. In a gray doorway, there were two men wearing big leather hats, and there was a big saw sounding there.
"Throw, throw, throw, throw..." As if singing a song, the bright white saw has been singing all morning.
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There are many magpie nests in the trees, old and new. As soon as the tree was felled, it made a strong and uncontrollable sound. The bark of the tree, which had been freeze-dried by the north wind, immediately shattered and broke when it touched the ground. The magpie nests also attached themselves to the ground, some fell through, and some rolled down completely, rolled into the snow, and sat on the shiny snow.
——Xiao Hong's "Northern China"
Intent: Her tragic song