Zhulan experienced her first snow in ancient times, a heavy snowfall like goose feathers. Overnight, the land donned new attire; when she got up in the morning and tried to push the door open, it wouldn't budge. Peering through the crack, she saw the snow reached halfway up her calves, and it took some effort to finally push the door open.
Gazing at the sky, Zhulan watched the snowflakes whirl in the grey, overcast sky. Without wind, she couldn't tell when the snow would stop. With a hiss, she murmured it was bitterly cold. Looking down at her cotton-padded shoes, she hesitated to step forward, knowing they'd surely be filled with snow and soaking wet by the time she returned. She longed for a pair of boots.
"Mom, you're up,"
Seeing it was her eldest, Zhulan thought she'd be spared from fetching firewood herself. "Eldest, fetch some firewood for your mom, will you? I need to heat the kang."
