There Once Was A Mountain

Wild winds and wild snow, harsh winds and harsh snow, slanting winds and fine snow, careless and unreturnable… Then, it becomes a ghostly wind and ruthless snow, dark wind and dark snow. Snow that covered the sky, and snow that came from beneath one's feet below the knee, could be dangerous. With one wrong step, it could bury a person whole. After experiencing weeks of traveling in the bitter cold, all of the snow suddenly stopped. It was as if the heavens suddenly felt that this action of endlessly scattering paper pieces into the mortal realm was very childish and unable to blind the three young people's resolutely forward gaze. Thus, the heavens dusted off their hands and returned them to its sleeves.

The sky became clear, revealing a porcelain blue but still icy sky. Although the sunlight was not warm, it was dazzling. The boundless snowy ground and glaciers reflected withering white light in every direction.