"boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season"
The winter has reached the cold frost, and thousands of trees have withered and blossoming. The foraging persimmon is as red as fire, and the garden is sweet and inspiring.
Another year of winter has come, everything will come, waiting for a snow. The most important thing is that youth cannot be retained, and time will arrive at the end of the world sooner or later. This thin and cool world will not be gentle to anyone, nor will it be mean to anyone. The best way to get along with the world is nothing more than with its light and dust.
On the journey of life, I will always meet some people who cannot travel with each other, and people on different roads, even if they are close at hand, their hearts are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Just like in the middle of winter, you can't understand the meaning of spring, you can't feel the loneliness of night during the day, and you can't guess the whisper of running water in the mountains.
Cherish the present, live up to the time, be silent as before, not afraid of the future