When I think of snow, I think of someone who said in my memory, "Snow is so pure and beautiful. If only I could be as beautiful as snow one day. " I forget who he is and where I heard it. If I had thought of this earlier, I might not have objected; But now, I want to object, because some people look pure. Make way for others everywhere, in fact, there are poisonous needles everywhere. Once exposed, you will die or get hurt.