From November to March every year, the waters of Dianchi Lake are gently touched by messengers from Siberia—thousands of red-billed gulls arrive right on schedule. They swirl like snowflakes, their wings skimming the lake’s surface, softening even Kunming’s breeze.
In this city where snow never falls, these gulls become winter’s delicate spirits. When they perch on your palm and snatch a piece of bread, you’ll suddenly understand: the most poetic winter hides within the greetings carried from afar on these white wings.







