C168 Can I Go Back

A faint breeze blew past, rustling the leaves of the tree, causing them to fall down in a cloud of white snow. There were many bamboo plants planted around the hall. In the cold days, their withered yellow color appeared to be extremely weak.

Even though they were bent under the pressure of the pure white snow, they still stood tall and unyielding, as they always did.

I was looking at it