One night a few days ago, I had a dream about heavy snow. I came to a snowy place alone, with houses everywhere, but I couldn't see anyone on the road. Only snowflakes rolled in the air. Snowflakes slapped my face, so cool, so moist and so kind. When I woke up, it was dark outside the window. I recalled that no matter which season of the year, I would have a dream about snowflakes, even if the birds and flowers were singing outside the window. It seems that my surroundings are destined to be a cold and sad, romantic and cold world. My heart moved, eager to write a line on white paper. I reached for the bedside lamp, but it didn't turn on. I must have lost power at night. I turned on my mobile phone, grabbed a pen by the dim light, wrote the words that best expressed my thoughts and feelings on a piece of typing paper, and then went back to bed to continue my dream.

That sentence is: it snows in my world.

Yes, it snows in my world. ...