Through spring, autumn, winter, and summer, I always find a place of quiet warmth and peace, anchoring my heart in the corners of time, then settling down to savor the enduring bonds of this world;Holding a book, I neither lament wasted youth nor grieve life's impermanence. I decipher the Zen of the seasons, folding it into verses of poetry. With this serenity, I survey the vast splendor of the world.【Spring's Unadorned Beauty】The Maiden Spring's Painting
Spring is a charming yet refreshingly gentle maiden. In her breath, I pluck a strand of blossom fragrance, quiet my mind, and listen intently to her melodious flute. I anchor all worldly cares in the flow of time;I gather a handful of spring's stillness to hold within my heart. Thus, life's frustrations and the fickleness of human relationships are all cast away on the wind. What remains in my heart is only this pleasing landscape, rendered in ink and wash.【Summer's Serenity】Summer Maiden's Parasol
Summer often brings a sense of restlessness. In the sweltering midsummer, I always recall the saying, "A tranquil mind brings natural coolness."Whenever this happens, I pick up a book and wander through the sea of words, feeling that long-lost tranquility grace me once more. It always brings me a quiet coolness when I least expect it. Settling my mind and roaming through the realm of words is something I cannot bear to part with each summer.【Autumn's Tranquility】Autumn's Frenzied Symphony
Autumn is the season that brings me the most profound reflections throughout the year. Perhaps it's because it is inherently melancholic and quiet, like a woman in crimson robes bearing a touch of world-weariness, offering me a greater sense of peace than any other season.In short, the simplicity it offers allows me to quiet my mind, savor life's myriad flavors, and view the world's affairs with detached clarity.【Winter's Solitude】Winter Maiden's New Garb
Winter is my most beloved season. She wears a floor-length white gown, a true ice maiden. Because she is inherently bleak and cold, few dare to approach her. Thus, winter's voice is always so silent, carrying a hint of thin chill and bitterness.