C288 A young man of literature and art

Tsui Ling led me through the natural barrier of dense cedar trees, then stopped at the end of the forest.

"Do you see the maze? It's right in front of you. " Qing Ling pointed to the front as she spoke to me.

I followed his finger, but all I saw was a forest. If one had to describe it, it was a dense forest covered with snow, dotted occasionally with camellias