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This year's winter has been very dry. It's almost December and it hasn't snowed yet. On days when the air pressure is low, the smoke and haze make it difficult to breathe, especially at night, and you don't want to go out at all. The weather forecast in the morning said that there would be heavy snowfall in the past three days. I felt refreshed and quickly packed my bags, but forgot about going to work. The sky was gray, and when I went downstairs and started the car, there were already scattered snowflakes. It was almost dark when we arrived at Meiyao Ridge, and the snow was falling even harder. At the entrance of the village, I met Uncle Hu who had just come down from the mountain. Uncle Hu's name is Hu Baoshan. He is seventy-five years old this year and is almost losing his teeth. He only has one and a half front teeth left. However, he insists on not having dental implants because he says he doesn't like the taste. He was originally a retired cadre of Jiamusi Agricultural Machinery Factory, and moved here after he retired.