The goose-feather heavy snow fell one after another, and the sky and the earth were hazy in a vast white desolation.
In the quiet bluestone alley, the unkempt little beggar huddled in the corner and shivered.
During the wandering days, the boy gave the little beggar a warmth that he had never experienced before. He was like a beam of light that warmed the whole winter.
Concept: A beam of light hidden in the dust