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lit. snow falls on the horses' hooves
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Categories: knight-errant
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"Alas! This kid is eighty percent frozen to death ...... " An old man wearing a big leather jacket and smoking a dry cigarette let out a sigh in the crowd. He poked and prodded the leg of the poor scholar lying stiffly on the ground with the dry tobacco bag pole in his hand. The boy, who was lying on the ground, moved. Then, the group clamored away. Some said, "It's okay! It can still move!" Some, however, shook their heads and said, "Poor! Poor! We don't have such a person in our village."