Heaven and earth are full of wonders,
The mysteries are endless.
The snow fell on the Laba Festival, and the marble floor of the park square was stained with ice, like a series of ink paintings. Or splashing ink, or writing, or landscape, or flowers and birds. Some are majestic, some are subtle. The atmosphere is vivid and vivid. As I watched and photographed, it was like being in a gallery of ink masters' works, dreamlike and drunk.
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