It was a gloomy day and it started to snow in the morning. The snow got heavier and heavier. By the time of noon, everything between the sky and the earth was covered with white snow.
Wang Yao suddenly wanted to go out when he was looking outside through the window. He walked out of the cottage and climbed up to the top of the hill. He was fearless of the wind and snow. He was fast and didn't feel very cold as there was a trace of warm Qi inside his body.
Soon, he reached the top of the hill. He stood on a big rock and looked at the hill covered with snow. He was excited and wanted to sing and to make a poem but gradually, he calmed down.
Wang Yao was standing on the top of the hill and watching the snow quietly until he saw smoke from the village. He realized the villagers had started to cook lunch.
Time to go!
Wang Yao slowly walked down the hill.
