At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
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Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence
Yuli this birch tree,
In the brilliant golden light
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
The late morning glow,
It turned to the snowy branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance.