I love winter. I don't mind the cold, and I like the snow and the dark days. As Melville said,
"Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories; give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals."
Beijing winter is patently unloveable, however. Hotpot does little to ameliorate the effects of frozen smog, unheated public buildings and slicks of tubercular phlegm coating the sidewalk. I'm glad spring is here.
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