Yan Feng's cold wind pierced the ears, and the white snow fell to the ground and solidified. Frost flew from the trees and ice formed naturally in the ripples of the water.
The chilling wind howled, and the snowflakes fluttered, casting the mountains and fields in a silvery hue.
Branches donned silver attire, and every tree wrapped in a white coat.
The land of Central Plains was wrapped in silver, with the Yellow River flowing across this snowy canvas, roaring vehemently like an ancient ballad resonating through the soul.
The so-called north bank of the Yellow River, where the fragrant locust trees extend through Yanjin.
Draconic claws and purple tassels, five-leaved yellow flowers; the great locust trees took root in the sandy soil, swaying with the wind and snow.
On the Zhengzhou Main Road, cold-resistant waterbirds flapped over the tributaries of the Jinshui River.
They eyed the water surface, where a faint hue of blood red was reflected in their eyes.