The snow in the North came chasing the cold wind, breaking through the sky and coming to the world. At first they were gentle, trivial, and dotted, falling silently on the tree, accumulating into flowers, drifting into the lake and disappearing, attracting thousands of waves in the still water, and rolling around playfully in the hands. The snow gradually became heavier, and suddenly there were thousands of pear blossoms, clusters in clusters, shining with silver light. (2) In the dark night and the vast morning fog, you can always be seen busy as cleaners. Your faces are so delicate and your backs are so tall. Three hundred and sixty lines, and he will be the number one scholar. You are so hardworking, and you use your sweat to moisturize the skin of Mother Earth.