At the end of the year, winter will end, the beginning of the year, spring will come, listen to the wind and chant, wait for the flowers to bloom, people are long, the years are long.
A thought of winter coming, a thought of cold, the end of winter, the prelude of spring, the direction of the heart, the past, the romance of the universe mountains and rivers, and the warmth of life.
There is nothing else to do with the sunny window, the flowers fall into a season, a season of wind, a season as promised. After the red poetry of Shiding, when the bamboo stove soup boils, sit idly and smell the tea, slowly appreciate the morning light, taste the wind and moon, and enjoy the joy.
The heart is full of joy, the years are warm and quiet, the mountains stop and the rivers travel, the clouds are thousands of miles, the knowledge is big, the grass and trees are green, the light leans on the flowing years, the insult is not alarmed, and the flowers before the court bloom and fall.
All things prosper, the clouds go straight up to the dawn and the wind, the night comes to the rain, the smoke comes late, the human world has a good year, the spring has a hundred flowers and autumn has a moon, the summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow, the four seasons are like poetry, the heart is simple, the world is as elegant as ever, and the years are as fragrant as ever.