On this bone-chilling winter night, Flying Tiger Pass resembled a breathtaking masterpiece crafted by nature itself, with a majestic fortress standing silently amidst the vast expanse of the world.
All around, there was only pure white snow, covering the entire world with a garment of purity and sanctity.
The furious wind seemed like a devil driven to the extreme, carrying endless rage and madness, howling wildly as it swept past.
It ruthlessly lifted the piled snow high into the air, causing the snowflakes to dance wildly in the sky, weaving a heart-stirring snow dance.
Both heaven and earth were drawn into this frenzy of revelry.
The snowflakes spun and whirled in the air, as if engaged in a grand and exquisite party.
They chased and played with each other, decorating the entire world like a dreamy illusion.
On the towering walls of the fortress, flags fluttered valiantly in the piercing cold wind, making crisp "pah pah" sounds.
