The entire mountain forest was covered by ice and snow, the trees seemed to be frozen in cold time. The dead branches and decaying trunks made a desolate sound in the cold wind, as if telling a story of death.
.......
Time flows like water, softly and silently.
In the blink of an eye, it was December 2nd.
The snowstorm had lasted for nearly two months.
The whole world was unusually quiet, with only one color on the earth.
Extremely pure, the cars on the city roads were buried in snow, and many low trees and bushes were directly covered by the snow.
The temperature remained at minus sixty or seventy degrees, outside there were only some zombies, no other living creatures could be seen.
