Prompt: Suddenly the snow on the Taihang River flew in last night, lofty and lofty, and fell into the court, and it was so white that Meng Jiao snow 2, the cold color of the lonely village curtain, and the sorrowful wind was heard in all directions, and it was difficult to snow in the deep streams, and the mountain was frozen and did not flow into the clouds, and it was difficult to identify the gulls and herons, and it was hard to tell when they flew, and it was hard to tell when they looked at Shading, and it was hard to distinguish between the trees in the wild bridge and the plums, and it was a flurry of whiteness, and it was a flurry of snow.