The grass grows and orioles fly in the February sky, willow branches brush the embankment intoxicated by the spring smoke.
It's a pity that this scene depicts the gentle Jiangnan Water Village, while in the cold Northern Land, February is just the beginning of spring's return to earth.
However, as February arrives, the weather indeed changes; a light fog begins to linger in the sky, and strands of rain slide from the clouds, striking the ground and releasing a fresh scent of earth.
At this time, the bone-chilling north wind has dissipated. Although the air remains cool, it is already warm enough to shed one's cotton coat.
Outside, the rain patters; since the first day of February, the entire Northern Land has been shrouded in a misty drizzle.
Zhang Chen stands inside the house, posing in a certain stance, and a gentle stream of purple smoke wafts from the incense burner before him, filling the room with a faint sandalwood aroma.
