What a variable thing it is! One minute ago, it was still cottony, flying around in the air; now, it is hard, coarse and crispy. After meeting moreand more fellows, it joins their carnival and then you can’t find it aloneanymore. Exhausted, it reclines stilly and waits for another occasion to revel again. That’sthe moment it starts to change, breaking down into the myriad of tiny parts and recombining to be a bigger one. Atfirst glance, you think it is definitely white until you take a carful look at it. Then you’re aware that the white color is not white anymore; in fact, it is totallytransparent. Moreover, although it appears compacted, there are countless bittygaps on the inside of it, like a fine but hollow glass decoration. A

s you grabone chunk of it, you are also surprised at how compressible it is. A ball, adoll, even a castle, it can be molded into anything you like. This is what it looks forward to: playing with someone who loves it. If you listen carefully,you can hear its rustle laughing voice all the time. “Crunching, crunching,crunching,” is also its laughing sound while the kids climb up and down on it. Magically, when you touch it with your fingers, its cold, crude surface melts in your warm hands, and it becomes slippery like a glass bead. Unfortunately, like an angel’s smile, the snow crystal always sparks underthe sunshine and disappears in the next minute.