Winter is coming. The early sudden drop of temperature gave the locals a surprise. They began to put on thicker deep–colored clothes. The swallows have flown south for some time. Our doors and windows turn to be closed now. In the past when the National Day holiday came, I would be busy doing housework. As rural inhabitants, the holiday entails a lot of work to be done urgently rather than a well–earned rest as townspeople taking for granted. We would clear the ashes and soot inside the kang in our bungalow. But this year we can be exempt from the hard work for the flues had been widened for longer use. Instead, we started to seal up the windows with plastic to prevent draughts as mother suggested.