Today is Minor Snow, and it is also a sunny day.

My 86-year-old grandmother called to say that she would start making smoked pork and smoked fish for me while the weather is nice.

Originally, I wanted to tell her not to fuss because of her age.

But thinking about how happy she must be during the preparation process, I readily agreed.

On the other end of the phone, I seemed to smell the enticing aroma of smoked pork, which is our exclusive flavor of the New Year in Hunan.

Living in a noisy city, it is already very difficult for traditional solar terms to leave their traces.

I am very grateful that my grandmother brought me news about "Minor Snow."