Xiaoxue is a clear poem in early winter， a dance intertwined with coldness and tenderness． The thin and light clouds， like a prelude to snow， quietly open the curtain of early winter．
小雪，是初冬的一闕清詞，是寒意與溫柔交織的一場舞。輕薄的云縷，如雪的前奏，悄悄拉開初冬的帷幕。
The sky of Xiaoxue is slightly tinged with cold blue， with occasional white clouds hanging low like fluttering fluff． The wind is not fierce， carrying the unique dryness and coolness of winter， brushing over my cheeks， bringing a slight chill． Snow particles are like salt and sand， falling on tree branches and between roof tiles， so light that it is unbearable to disturb． Looking into the forest from afar， those withered branches， against the backdrop of fine snow， seem to be outlined in a cold ink painting． The stream is not completely frozen yet， and there is a white mist on the water surface， like a breath of winter， adding a touch of softness to this desolate scenery．
小雪的天空，微微透著冷青，偶有片片白云低垂，如同飄動的羽絮。風并不凌厲，帶著冬日特有的干爽與清涼，從面頰掠過，帶來微微的寒意。雪粒如鹽似砂，落在樹枝上、屋瓦間，輕盈得讓人不忍打擾。遠望林間，那些枯枝在細雪的襯托下，仿佛被勾勒出一幅清冷的水墨畫。溪流尚未完全冰封，水面上氤氳著白霧，像是冬日的吐息，為這冷清的景致平添幾分柔和。
Xiaoxue announces the arrival of winter with gentle snow， but is not eager to push the cold completely deeper． It is a greeting of early winter and a bookmark of time． Every gust of wind， every piece of snow， decorates the earth into poetry， and we are walking in this poetic winter．
小雪，它用輕柔的雪意宣告冬天的來臨，卻不急于將寒冷徹底推向深處。它是初冬的問候，是時間的書簽。每一陣風，每一片雪，都將大地裝點成詩，而我們，正行走在這詩意的冬天里。
