Anthropomorphic painting of heavy snow and solar terms

In the silent night, the goose feather and snow floated to the tip of my nose, playing naughtily on me like a snow-white parachute. It's dark, it's late at night, but it's still reflected by snowflakes flying in the air. The snow is getting heavier, and houses, pines and cypresses, and roads are covered mercilessly by these snow elves, as if to compare with the fallen leaves in autumn. Yes! The white and pure silver blanket is better than the gold blanket, and the night is deeper, dotted with wild snowflakes.

(I wrote it myself, I didn't copy it)