With the arrival of spring, Lou Mountain ended its long hibernation, even though the morning chill still left a hint of coolness.
In the morning's thin mist, this majestic peak was shrouded in a veil of mystery, the mist drifting like a gentle scarf, adding a touch of enigma to Lou Mountain.
The sun struggled to penetrate the clouds, casting its rays onto the earth, shining upon the snow that had not yet completely melted. The snow surface reflected specks of glimmering light, resembling countless brilliant stars twinkling on the ground.
At Yingchou Creek on Lou Mountain, a tense atmosphere pervaded.
The creek was flowing sluggishly due to the erosion of ice and snow, with chunks of ice floating on the surface.
They collided with each other, making crisp yet slightly chilling sounds, recounting the lingering power of winter.
