The once-in-fifteen-years encounter with snow, sea, and nostalgic homestay for two days

"The greatest silence under the sky is not the silence of emptiness, nor the silence of time, but our silence" We extract ourselves from the city and surrender everything to the vast white land We are small and fragile We are hasty and rash We are at a loss But when we truly return to the earth We are pure and sensitive, good at being happy We only focus on our own feelings and nothing else