The snow fell slowly, one flake at a time, crystal clear. Linqing Street was very lively at night, with the sound of soft and festive music coming from afar, accompanied by the conversations and laughter of pedestrians.
"Mom, it's snowing." On the other side of the street, a little girl dressed as a pink ball tugged at an adult's sleeve, looked up and said in surprise, her voice soft and sweet.
Her mother laughed and said, "Yes, it is snowing, and today is New Year's Day. It is a new year again."
In fact, there wasn't much to do when we came out, we just took pictures and recorded the first snow of this year with surprise.
"This way! This angle is great! Quick, take a picture of me holding snowflakes in my hands and looking up at the night sky!"
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