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Snowflakes are floating in the gray sky, and the dozens of acres of fields, bamboo forests, rivers, and dirt roads nearby seem to be wearing clothes unique to winter, and the world is white everywhere. At this moment, I am standing on the field, closing my eyes and feeling it, as if I have merged into them. The white hot air is exhaled from our mouths, and the falling snowflakes are like white elves running to play with us on our heads, faces, shoulders, and clothes.