The second year of the Vine Tribe's establishment, October 11th, Frost Descent.
Last night, the cold wind howled. After Jiang Xuan got up in the morning, he found that outside had already turned into a vast expanse of white.
A layer of white frost had condensed on the ground and rooftops, even the grass in the yard was frozen solid, making a crisp "crunch" sound underfoot, as if stepping on paper.
In the forest, there was a layer of rime on the trees, whiter than snow and very beautiful.
The scenery was nice, but the weather was getting colder. Even Tang Yuan was not as lively as usual, huddled in the bamboo shed with its head tucked under its feathers, sleeping.
Jiang Xuan returned to the bamboo house, found the calendar bamboo tube, and carved the words "Frost Descent" next to today's date.
He flipped through last year's calendar bamboo tube and found that last year's Frost Descent was on September 12th, which meant it was a whole month different.
