The north wind blew gently. It was winter and countless leaves piled up on the ground below the trees. The sky gradually rose and the first ray of sunlight shone across the village. On the footpath between the paddy fields, a lot of farmers were already busy planting seeds.
A boy adjusted his shirt which was made of hemp and continued on his way while carrying a basket of eggs. His face reddened due to the extreme coldness of the weather.
"I'm actually afraid of cold temperature?"
The little boy felt surprised. He kept having the feeling that it had been hundreds of years since the last time he felt cold.
There was a forest of red birch trees within the village and within that forest, there was a thatched cottage which was a private school for children.
Voices of children reciting which were childish and tender could be heard from that old house from far away.
