It is snowing outside the window, but the room is warm as spring. Outside the window, like catkins, like dandelions, like pear petals, like light jade butterflies, dancing in the air. Glittering hexagonal snowflakes melt when they touch something. It's late at night and the temperature is getting lower and lower. In this snow, there is a faint light flashing. My door was gently pushed open and the light came on. There is a vague figure in the room, wearing a thin pajamas and holding a quilt, coming towards me. At this time, my eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. In the dim light, I saw my mother and I almost cried. At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm current strongly impacting me, and then quickly spread all over my body. Mother spread out the quilt, carefully covered it for me, then shivered, shook herself and left quietly. When I got up the next morning, I saw the roof was white. This snowy appearance is like putting a small white hat on the earth. It's beautiful. I couldn't help getting out of bed, putting on my pajamas, enjoying the snow and going to the study. I saw my mother sitting at the computer desk, probably writing a report again. I just wanted to ask if I didn't sleep well again, but the words came to my mouth and were called back by my mother's sneeze. I immediately made a bag of Radix Isatidis for my mother, and then I walked gently to my mother with the medicine. My mother saw it and smiled with relief. Slowly. At this time, there are snowflakes floating outside the window. This snow can make people who are hungry and thirsty in the desert feel refreshed, but it can also make people who tremble slightly in the snow feel warm as spring.