The cold wind roared, the snow flew, the world was the same color, and the silver makeup was made of it.The peaks are continuous, and the majestic Motian Ridge is completely swallowed by the white snow. The towering ancient trees in the past, the lonely peaks that tower over the clouds, and the broken walls and cliffs that are so magnificent that are magnificent are gone, and all they see are the black spots.While the sky was flying with goose feathers and snow, birds and beasts were still extinct. However, on the fields on the northern foot, a fierce horse neighed from time to time. Snowflakes were flying, and ice chips were moving, and a little black shadow was galloping at the Beishan Pass.