The first snow of 2026 fell softly on Wuhan, blanketing the whole city in a light and pure silver cover. Flakes drifted lazily over the Yellow Crane Tower’s upturned eaves, East Lake’s rippling waters and the time-honored lanes with grey bricks, mingling with the faint sweet fragrance of plum blossoms in the cold air. The riverside city, wrapped in this gentle snow, turned into a graceful winter scroll with a unique poetic charm.