Winter, the carriage travels on the hard, cold dirt road.
The one-armed man driving the carriage swings the long whip, the wheel hub rolling over the west wind.
Suddenly, a faint "pa pa" sound comes from the roof of the carriage.
Rose lifts the curtain, reaches outside, waits for a long time, then wonders, "There should be snow, so why isn't it?"
She stretches her hand again, tries to catch something outside, and finally grabs a few ice particles, smaller than sesame seeds.
A smile of joy spreads across her face. She eagerly extends her palm, coming over to the little girl beside her, saying, "Xiaojing, Xiaojing, it's snowing!"
Li Jing says, "Have you never seen snow? What a fuss."
Rose stubbornly replies, "As Buddha Mother, staying in Buddha Mother Hall every moment, living on high is something you kids can't understand."
Li Jing says, "Show your skills, Buddha Mother?"
Rose replies, "Skills cannot be displayed lightly."
