"Freezing wind. Bone-chilling ice. Knee-deep snowdrifts."A lone figure struggles through a terrible storm. He's swaddled up to the eyes, leaning into the wailing wind, plodding through knee-high snowdrifts. Every step in this barren wilderness is a battle. Will he be able to reach the distant Pole? Not if his overactive imagination has anything to do with it.
还没人写过短评呢