A spring snow
Yesterday there was a light snow and the highways left and right were closed.
The hazy sun rose, and the roads between urban and rural areas were sporadic, mostly slow, a few, snail-like crawls.
There are very few high-speed driving like the usual snowless weather, these disregard for road conditions to fly like driving, either installed snow chains, snow tires, or have to race against the clock to face the emergency, or are used to nature, put the law, personality, safety outside.
Laws are an interesting thing, and sooner or later the causal relationship will be verified.
The sun and the moon are speechless, the cycle repeats, spring is coming, and the protagonist of the scenery is obviously no longer snow.
The spring snow is beautiful, coming and going quietly.
A snow cover is not just a matter of talking about walking, coming, at least need to brew low-level cumulonimbus clouds; walking, need the temperature of the sun.
The clouds of the Ninth Heaven cannot rain and snow, because they are too far from reality.
When the fingers of the sun untie the quilt of spring, it will soon be a red and vibrant world.
The inevitable coming of the coming, the inevitable departure of the departing, the will of the law is always scheduling time and space without exception.
