The First Snow
Here comes the first snow. How beautiful it is! It has been floating silently all day and all night. It falls on the mountains; it falls on the grass; it falls on the roofs of houses; it falls on the graveyards. You see there is a winding curve drawn on the vast expanse white canvas? That is the river! And look at those trees, even though their leaves have fallen completely, they are holding each other’s branches gracefully under the grey sky.
The first snow floats and falls peacefully and quietly. All the sounds tend to subside, and all the noises are softened to sweet melody. No clops, no creaks. Only the jingle bells are like children’s heart beats singing a piece of harmonious song, brightly and joyfully.
