Just as the clouds on the mountain ridge resemble a cover, the snow beneath the cliffs startles like dust.
The scenery in the snow is unparalleled in its magnificence; heaven and earth blend into one color, with only a stretch of silvery white visible.
A carriage travels through the countryside, surrounded by a white expanse. From a bird's-eye view, the world seems like a sheet of white paper with the moving carriage resembling a drop of ink adorning it.
The coachman wears a bamboo hat and dons a black cloak, his breath visible in the cold, reflecting the icy chill of the snowy landscape.
The horse's hooves "clip-clop" on the frozen solid ground, and the driver carefully waves the whip, cautiously steering the carriage.
"Young master! We're almost at the estate," the young driver shouted into the carriage.
"Good thing we didn't listen to those young masters' suggestion to ride horses. Imagine how we'd be frozen solid?" another young man inside the carriage grumbled.
