Those time that has quietly passed, let it, like the fragrance of tea, like the silence of plums, bury the bottom of the heart. And I, folded the plum branches, inserted them in a white porcelain bottle, made the room full of incense, and gradually had the appearance of spring. Life is like a shuttle, but it has to be done. The world is elegant, but so it is.
I believe that the best practice is to use a simple heart to crack the embattled life. And let us, smiling, face the oncoming wind, frost, rain and snow, and wait for the arrival of every spring.
Every year the winter will go, the spring will come, the fireworks are common, everything is fine. Thanks to these, there is snow falling, there is plum blossom, there is poetry, there is a distant place, waiting, love the time. Guarding a window of warm sunshine, I just want to wait for a tree to bloom in the silent time, and wait for a season of spring to come. Then, regardless of where you come from, no matter where you go, let yourself be bright, peaceful, and warm.
(Zhang Yaozhong)