Have you ever seen Jigong Mountain after a snowfall?

The distant Jigong Mountain, cloaked in silver, shimmered in the morning light. Bundled in my down jacket, I crunched through the snow, following the ancient mountain path upwards. The mountain trail was exceptionally quiet after the snow, the only sound the "creak" of my shoes on the snow. The branches of the trees were laden with glistening icicles, refracting the sunlight into a rainbow of colors. Continuing upwards, I arrived at Yilu, where several magnolia trees stood quietly, their branches adorned with jade-like flower buds. Some had already begun to bloom, revealing their pure white petals; others remained tightly closed, like glittering jade pendants. I gently reached out and touched one, the icy sensation reaching my fingertips, yet unable to conceal the vibrant life within the bud. These blossoms, blooming amidst the ice and snow, transported me to a fairytale world. Standing at the summit, overlooking the entire mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, the biting wind couldn't diminish my excitement. Such a wonderland, are you sure you don't want to come and see it?