In the cold winter season, the snow scene of the Forbidden City has become the focus of praise. However, in my heart, what fascinated me the most was the snow scene of the Imperial Garden, which was full of romance and beauty.
The Imperial Garden was originally a garden full of poetic feelings. Dotted with snow, it becomes even more beautiful and moving. Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the entire garden in a white carpet. The tall ancient pines and cypresses are covered with thick snow, as if they are dressed in silver, and they look even more upright and tall. All kinds of flowers are also covered in snow, like a silver-covered ink painting.
Walking through the snowy scenery of the Imperial Garden is like being in a fairy tale world of ice and snow. The snowflakes sparkle in the sunlight and complement the ancient buildings of the Imperial Garden, creating a beautiful picture. Walking in the snow, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes gently falling on your cheeks, it seems that you can forget all your worries and sorrows.
The snow scene in the Imperial Garden is not only beautiful, but also full of romance and beauty. Walking in the snowy landscape, it seems that you can travel through time and space and dialogue with history, and feel the romance and feelings of the ancients. Snowflakes fall, ancient trees towering to the sky, red walls and golden tiles contrast with the white snow, forming a beautiful picture.
Here I felt the wisdom and ingenuity of the ancients; Here I felt the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture; Here I feel the beauty and romance of life. The Imperial Garden is not only a beautiful garden, but also a historical and cultural inheritance and display.
Everyone praises the beauty of the snow scenery of the Forbidden City, but I love this imperial garden alone, because it is not only a beautiful garden, but also a historical and cultural inheritance and display. Here we can feel the wisdom and ingenuity of the ancients; Here we can feel the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture; Here we can feel the beauty and romance of life.
Back then, Zhen Huan and Qianlong walked in this snow-covered imperial garden, and their figures were particularly moving in the snow. They may be walking slowly along the winding stone path against the backdrop of red walls and golden tiles, and the snow under their feet makes a subtle creaking sound, as if it is a whisper of history. Under the plum blossom tree overflowing with plum fragrance, Zhen Huan may caress the snow on the branches, smile at the corner of her mouth, and sing those poems that belong to her in a low voice, and her talent and beauty shine even more brightly in the snow. Qianlong, on the other hand, may be standing aside, admiring her peerless elegance, and his heart is full of admiration and love. 
They may also lean against the ancient pines and cypresses together, watching the snowflakes fall on the branches and pile up into beautiful paintings. They are talking and laughing, sharing each other's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and feeling the loneliness and responsibility behind the power.
In the Imperial Garden in the snow, every place is full of stories and emotions. The nine-curved bridge is even more agile under the cover of snow, as if you can hear the laughter of Zhen Huan and Qianlong; The pavilion was even more solemn against the snow, as if they could be seen thinking about national affairs and expressing their feelings there.
It is not only a royal playground, but also a place for their souls. In the royal garden in the snow, they taste the ups and downs of life, and experience the glory and challenges of power. Every conversation, every gaze, every smile they have left a deep mark on this snowy landscape and become a part of history.
I love the snow in this imperial garden because it is not only beautiful in my eyes, but also in my heart. It reminds me of Zhen Huan and Qianlong's leisure time, and feels their emotional world and philosophy of life. Here, every corner and every snowflake seems to tell their story, which makes people immersed in the long river of history and sigh the flow of time and the changes of personnel. This imperial garden in the snow is like an unfinished poem, waiting for us to explore, taste, and understand.
The winter gods of hand-slapping**