The sea of learning is vast, and I ask about the end of the world, but I don't know when I will return.
Under the shade of green trees and in the scorching sun, the pine window flowers are intoxicating and full of dreams.
Fireflies are dimly lit, red candles are lit, and books are full of colorful paper.
The plantains welcome the wind and rain again, and the bamboo path and the moon cage return home at night.
Intention: Spring is here, who can we share it with?
