Seeking writing, Yicheng is full of snow and vegetation, and is a colleague.

Wandering in the twilight snow of Yicheng, in the silent winter, the earth is covered with silvery white snow, as if it were an elegant landscape painting. The distant city wall, bathed in white snow, stands quietly in the long river of years, like a proud guardian.

Vegetation is ancient and mysterious, just like a secret place hidden in time. The trees in the forest, against the background of snow, are picturesque in decoration, as if they were spirits in winter, bringing a trace of warmth to the world. The cold wind blew and the branches swayed slightly, as if telling the secrets of those years.

Xiao Xue is a soul in this snow scene. Her footprints crossed under the cover of snow, leaving a series of vague traces. She feels the tranquility of winter with her heart and tells the beauty of the earth with pen and ink. In her works, the city walls and plants are transformed into her emotions and horizons, which are integrated with nature.

On such a snowy night, colleagues in Xiao Xue may find a quiet place to sing on the piano, so that music and snow can echo each other and the soul can be sublimated in the notes. Her music falls like snowflakes and gurgles like a clear spring, bringing her thoughts into a world like a lifetime ago.

Just like an eternal picture, it is fixed in the flow of time. Every snowflake, every tree and every note is a precious journey of life, which makes people fascinated and find a moment of peace and warmth in the long river of years.