The sound of stepping on the snow is accompanied by melancholy, and the snow is white and the rime is appreciated. The sight is not eye-catching, and the imitation float is more beautiful than my Cheng. You guard the flowing water of the Songhua River, and I keep the unwritten home. You come from the north and I am in the south, you are plants, I am human. I see that you are so good that you don't cry, and you are close to the end of the world.