“The sun and moon do not linger; spring and autumn take turns in their course.”
“Really? I don’t believe it.”
With a thought from Luo Chuan, heaven and earth stirred, and time itself stood still.
The wind fell silent, the clouds froze, and the sun hung in the sky.
Mountains stood tall, stones rested, and valleys fell mute.
Streams stopped, droplets hung suspended, and leaves drooped motionless.
Beasts rested, insects slept, and not a speck of dust rose.
Flowers fell, sounds vanished, and fragrance lingered.
The woods grew still, shadows held fast, and birds could not be startled.
The moon shone bright, stars glittered, and the night had yet to end.
Dreams hung suspended, thoughts grew still, and the heart found peace.
You’re sweating buckets now, aren’t you, Qu Yuan?
