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... Snow – the twenty-second solar term – arrives.
Snow spells cold, precipitation increases, the weather gradually becomes desolate, and people hurrying by on the street are all wrapped in cotton-padded clothes.
Listening to the weather forecast on television, Li Juan’s hand watering the flowers pauses involuntarily.
It’s today, thirteen years ago.
The sky is gloomy, like an overturned pot.
There’s a storm coming in the mountains.
Madam Zhou steps ou ...
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