When Vancouver becomes "Snowcouver" - a city in a fairytale

When Vancouver meets snow, it becomes "Snowcouver," a fairyland straight out of a fairytale. This city, known for its mountains and seas and lush greenery, is pure, tranquil, and dreamy when dressed in snow. The misty mountains are covered in snow, like a quiet ink painting. The wind is still, the trees are still, and even the waves in the bay are softer. The mountains on the north shore stand quietly, the ski slopes winding down like white ribbons, and the laughter of skiers flying through the air. The paths in Stanley Park are covered in snow, and the once lush fir trees are now dressed in white coats and crowned with crystal crowns, as if overnight, all the trees have turned into Christmas trees. A thin layer of ice forms on the lake, and occasionally a few ducks slide across the ice, leaving shallow marks. Footsteps fall lightly, and a soft sound comes from the soft path, like an invitation to a fairytale world, leading us into a dream. The market on Granville Island is pure white, the artists' canvases seem to be inspired by the scenery in front of them, and the air is still filled with the aroma of coffee and baking, adding a touch of warmth to this cold world. On both sides of the street, the tracks of cars and the footprints of pedestrians crisscross the snow, like random but delicate lines on a natural canvas. At night, the city lights shine through the snow, like a scene from a Christmas card. The city is covered in silver, and everything is silent. The snow gently covers the noise, covering the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only purity and peace between heaven and earth. My favorite thing to see is the different styles of detached houses after the snow, whether it's the classic Tudor style or the modern minimalist design, because of the snow, every house has its own fairytale story. The roof is wearing a thick snow hat, the chimney is smoking, the window is lit, and the plants in the yard are covered with colorful lights... All the depression and melancholy are instantly healed by a snow! The snow falls on the city, the time is cold, and I only wish for peace and quiet, and for the years to be safe.