Yuan Wang

Snowfall on the Volcano

In China, people always say that "a father's love is like a mountain". Not only my father, but I think all the bonds sunk in the blood of the East are like mountains, simple, strong and inexpressive. My grandma's love for me is also like a mountain that never crumbles, even when it has turned into the tundra of memory. Under the changing seasons of the snowy mountain, the little volcano finally learnt the subject of separation.

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