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Flakes of snow, magnified countless times, as if the most patient Woodcarving Master had meticulously crafted them with an engraving knife.
The ice crystals spun like flowers, fluttering down from the sky.
Cold air rose from the ground, condensing the moisture between heaven and earth, gathering into snow and falling gently.
The snow piled up on the bamboo hat, thickening layer by layer, unnoticed.
Li Che stretched out his hand, holding a crystal-clear snow ...
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