Resting on the frost-covered snow, listening to the singing of the passing wind, hiding the tranquility of heaven and earth and the gentleness of the years. Don't chase the hustle and bustle, don't love the glitz, just listen to the wind and express your thoughts in a pure white space, go to the joyful night under the cold snow, and turn the tiny fireworks in the world into silent lines of poetry, hiding the unhurried calmness and clarity.
