"Snow is falling, snow is falling, emerald jade seals the plum calyx, and green salt presses the bamboo shoots. Flowing over the catkins, the sill locks the silver bridge. Thousands of mountains are covered with lead powder, and thousands of trees are covered with plain robes. Snow is falling, and long-distance travelers hate the distance." The immortal chanted softly, standing on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky. A gust of wind blew up, blowing up waves of white snow. In an instant, the snowflakes flew, and they floated from the sky like elves...
He stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, looked at the dazzling snowflakes in his palm and murmured to himself: "This is the only gift I can give you..." As soon as the words fell, the snowflakes flickered out of his hand, flying up and down in the wind, but it was the most beautiful one among thousands of snowflakes, because of its unpredictable colors and because it was favored by the immortal. Maybe its future will be full of wonderful stories, maybe it will meet the immortal again in a different form, maybe...