Snowflake
Imagine you were walking in a mountain, desolated and uninhabited, with a harsh environment and a huge number of snowflakes. You wore a quilted coat, neckerchief, cotton-padded trousers, and hiking boots, like a snowball, rolling on the muddy, drippy mountain pass. It was snowy, and everything was kept in silence, harmony, and aesthetic bliss. You hiked days and nights, heading to the peak of the steep mountain. After hurrying in the tranquil snow for a long period, you entered a uniquely serene environment. You looked around, wondering about the sudden change, as a roaring sound hurrying from far beyond your head. As you are consumed with wonder, piles of snow appear on your horizon. Avalanches are rare on flatlands, but the situation is different in the mountains where it snows frequently so that snowflakes and ice pile up rapidly. Not a single snowflake causes an avalanche, but when disaster strikes, remember that no snowflake is innocent. I’m going to tell a story. It was like a dr