On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed in the Capital City.
Snowflakes, like drifting catkins, gently fell from the sky, quickly covering the vermillion glazed tiles of the Ziwei Palace with a thin layer of white.
The snow began to fall in the evening, and the people were both surprised and delighted.
It had been many years since they had seen such heavy snowfall.
The children no longer felt the cold and eagerly ran out from their warm rooms into the streets, raising their hands high until a handful of cold, soft snowflakes gathered in their palms.
"So white!"
The children of Yongtong Square exclaimed repeatedly, their small hands holding the snow turning bright red from the cold, yet reluctant to let go of their handful of snow.
The evening sky used to be dim.
Once the snow fell, it seemed as though the world was bathed in a layer of light and brightness.
However, that brightness was illusory and was soon subdued by the night.
