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The snow was falling heavily, and the ground was completely white. Looking at the majestic Qinling Mountains from afar, it's hard to tell which is the mountain and which is the sky. Guanzhong's mother - the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan land, covered with thick white quilts, squinting her eyes, waiting peacefully for more and heavier snow to fall. This is how heaven and earth silently nurture their hard-working and simple children. The wind is quite dissatisfied with everything in front of it. It either blows the originally warm world into a cold state, or stirs up the originally peaceful world into darkness, as if it wants to be the master of the world and redistribute everything in the world. The children of Qinchuan are like anywhere in the world. Some are poor and some are rich; some laugh and cry; some bully others and are bullied; some live a lifetime of prosperity and honor, while some suffer hardships throughout their lives.