Snow over Sainshand

Poverty, filth, and depravity were once the colors of Xue Ning's birthright;

Helplessness, trembling, and pain were once Xue Ning's nightmare, day and night;

Struggle, cries, and indignation were once the resentment Xue Ning gritted their teeth to endure;

Hoping for warmth amid the cold, longing for happiness amid the pain.

After braving the bitter chill of early spring and wading through summer's torrential rains, at the end of the bleak autumn winds,

When winter snow blanketed Saihantala, Xue Ning saw a dazzling light...