Spring returns again to our north just a month after the Lantern Festival with strong warm winds. The soil at the backyard has been so soft recently that it caves in when stepped upon. The left cabbages stored for winter use have been rotting from the exterior. Some fashionable young people have been dressed lightly, a little early for the weather. This morning I happened to find some newly sprouted weeds between the bricks paved on the terrace before the house. Passing by the stream on my way to school, I saw the badly polluted dark green water flowing quickly well below the narrow protruding ice plates attached to the banks.