Powder and no powder.
Powdering: Facing the Smoke, Powdering: Powdering —— Mao Zedong wrote an inscription for the female militia
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
From this mountain to that mountain, there are no birds flying;
From this road to that road, no one can be seen.
A lonely fisherman floats,
It's a lone boat fishing for snow. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
A quiet night, a bed, I saw the silver light;
I wonder if there is frost around.
Looking up, I found that the moon was bright;
Bow, I am drowned in homesickness. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night