Ever since Su Qingyan left Shanghai.
This city, renowned for its bustling atmosphere and mild seasons, surprisingly greeted its first snowfall in several years.
The snow seemed to have been asleep deep within the clouds for ages.
Once awakened, it poured down eagerly, lasting for seven whole days.
Tiny snowflakes fluttered down like the light willow catkins in spring.
They silently covered the streets and alleys of Shanghai, cloaking this modern metropolis in a soft, white blanket.
Every noon, when the warm sun briefly dispels the chill.
Children, unable to contain their excitement, would don their fluffy gloves and dash into the snow like cheerful little birds.
Their laughter echoed in the air as everyone enthusiastically rolled snowballs, unleashing their boundless imagination to build snowmen of various shapes, some adorably clumsy, some playfully cute.
However, the snow in Shanghai was ultimately different from the overwhelming, majestic northern snowscapes.
