It started to snow lightly yesterday afternoon, and the weather forecast said it would rain.
The snow is sparse, like the catkins of spring, not completely scattered yet. I don't know which one, at a particularly good angle, is nourished by the sunlight, blooming first and soaring ahead.
What does it feel like to go to Yangzhou in March? I can't be sure; without opening the navigation, I don't even know where Yangzhou is. I've never been there.
When I went out in the evening, it just felt cold, with the wind whistling. Riding an electric bike, the wind was strong, and I felt that my ankles and neck should be a bit shorter, or I should have a scarf for both, needing a total of three: two for my ankles and one for my neck.
When the weather is hot, it feels like the heating bill is wasted. When the weather is cold, it feels worth it. The frugal friend I mentioned before relies on whether the households above, below, and next door have paid their heating bills. For every additional household that pays, the temperature increases by about 1.2 degrees. This way, the temperature difference between his home and the outdoors is kept within 10 degrees. It's zero degrees outside, and his home is around 10 degrees. So, an iPad is an essential and updated product for him; he needs to hide under the covers to deal with the cold winter.
This morning, I woke up to a white earth, much cleaner and fresher. The snow is quite thin, with some areas raised on the ground or rooftops, having already moved due to the wind and other forces.
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