Early in the morning, push open the door, in front of a vast white. The ground is covered with snow, like a book. But there is not a word in this book.
After a while, there is a string of footprints, which look like dad's, please read it. If I read, I read, "honey, I'm back."
There was another snow, and the book was turned over another page. Who will write this book? Look forward to our watch!