Han Li didn't go very smoothly on the road. Some of the snow on the ground had exceeded his ankles. Although the snowflakes in the sky were not big, they kept falling, but there was not a pedestrian on the road. This made him feel that he was very cruel. What should he do if the weather suddenly turned into big smoke bubbles? But Han Li immediately thought what he was afraid of if he had golden fingers, Immediately, he gave a high spirited voice.
"It's snowy to walk alone in the wilderness, and the mountains are covered with snow.
Horses' hooves tread on the snow like jade pieces, and the wind blows wildly.
Thousands of snowflakes accompany me, and I am carefree in the mountains. "
Unfortunately, Han Li's voice is not