That poem:

"Morning Snow"

You are the snow in the morning, melting the late autumn.

In the cold evening, the slight sorrow is filled with scent.

...

That story:

The snow in winter is always so innocent, and this year, it is the same.

It fell down in the dark night without distraction. When people get up early in the morning, they will find that the world is dyed with white wedding yarn.

As if she had a premonition, she gently pushed open the window, outside the window...

Overwhelming white hits.

She thought that this year's snow was particularly white, but it had nothing to do with her. She exhaled a breath of air conditioning and gently closed the window and returned to her own world.

Whenever people do things seriously, time passes quickly.

Before we knew it, the evening had arrived quietly.

After rubbing her rumbling stomach, she stepped on the little rabbit slippers and took out a pack of sandwich bread from the messy cabinet.

Bite it down with a big mouth.

"Um... it's really delicious."

The fact that filling the stomach may really make people feel better, she chuckled and felt inexplicably happy.

The window was opened again, and the snow in the twilight showed no sign of melting, and it seemed to be wearing a colorful cassock against the sunset.

"It's so beautiful," she thought. The wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be gently caressed by the sunset, comforted by the snow, and slowly unfolded.

This winter, even the cold snow has become cute.

very nice.
Chapter completed!