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... he Lunar New Year, the sky begins to sprinkle with snowflakes.

The gloomy horizon gradually loses daylight, only the last hint of light lingers.

Snowflakes dance like catkins in the spring, landing on the tops of trees, roofs, and the ground.

Landon.

Inside a classic and exquisite courtyard house.

In the yard, a tall pomegranate tree stands majestically.

Its bare branches slant towards the sky, dissecting it into pieces of a puzzle.

A tall ...

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