I personally was born and raised in the South and snow is a thing which I consider rare. However I don't quite believe in 'love at first sight with the snow' because people can still see all sort of snow scenes they want, thanks to the advanced technology and flowing information nowadays. Snow is nothing more than novelty. I do feel impressed by the endless snow mountains all the way through my flight to Tibet. It was just so amazing to look down from the plane down to the mountains and I think that should be exactly how the Gods would feel when they're walking in the air. But it's just that.
Blind men can judge no colours. I was just feeling the same when I met snow again when I traveled in depth in Tibet. I was fortunate to have snowy weather even though I went in spring. And that was when I finally discovered the true beauty of snow is not about the falling bits; the beauty of snow lies in the incredible white - up in the sky, down on the earth, at the peak of the mountain and on the surface of the lake. Nothing but white. I could find no other vocabulary but HEAVEN to describe such undepictable white when I was standing in front of it.
This is truly so-called 'icy sky and freezing land' in Chinese. The snow is not seem to be falling but dyeing. The sky is colored white. Romantic? Yes absolutely, but it's not in Korean style but in Li Bai's style.