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snow

In October in the north, we haven't tasted enough sadness and richness in the meaning of late autumn. In the morning when we wake up, when we pull the curtains, we are shocked by the world's silver clothes. Cen Can's vivid pen of "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is vividly displayed here. It also tells people that winter is coming!