-- rough translation from the Chinese with a little change:
Under the vast blue dome, golden rays shine on the cold white powder. Beneath the peak, clouds drift with leisure. Father and daughter put on snowboards. Mountain waves in the remote fog stir.
Her goggles seem too big. It covers half her face. She tucks the ends of her pants into the huge boots. Head tilted, she smiles mischievously, ‘Dad, the air here is so cool!’
Lowering her shoulders she charges down the slope. Over the ridge she disappears with tracks on snow. Father swoops ahead gives chase. Silver flakes fly – They pass the slanted dark green pines and zoom into the clouds.
White, silver, gray – ‘I can’t see, Dad!’ ‘Slow down’, cautions the father behind his child.
Winding left and right they go, Out to the clearing, they come to a bump at bottom of a hill. She wants to try her first jump. The father seems more nervous watching bellow.
Speeding she comes down at the bump. Suddenly she is in the air before she knows. The landing is a little wobbly. From ear to ear her face let the victory show.
The elated father gives her a high five, ‘Let’s find another one down the hill.’ Golden laughter rings in the deep valley. More wonder in the winter fairyland is to be found still.
