The first snow on November 8th, fluttering and sprinkling for almost two days and two nights, as a northeasterner, there has been a joy of not seeing heavy snow in several years, and there are many inconveniences to life after the snow. Today I went to The Pavilion Mountain for a walk, looking at the earth is a white expanse, like the heavens have baptized the whole earth, the air is clean and exceptionally fresh, forget the troubles caused by the epidemic, as if I am alone in the new planet wrapped in silver, people are incredibly refreshed, really want to shout loudly on the two voices, silver planet I am coming! There are not many people on the mountain, there are very few roads to come out, I walk on the snow and walk the sheep farm path that others have walked, walking and walking as if there is no road ahead, I think there is no road I have to go out of a road by myself, in the knee-deep snow to feel a different kind of scenery and body odor, so big snow in the creaking snow firmly go down, unconsciously the road is in front of me.