"Four Seasons" means the four seasons, and "Four Seasons" and "Jian" form a space-time dialogue, just like ginkgo leaves sandwiched between the pages of a seasonal book. Turn the fields in your heart into the pastures of the four seasons, and the tip of your pen is like free chanting. The lights that stay on all year round, the halo of the wicks dancing, sway in the memory. Small things are like Yuan Mei's "Moss flowers are as small as rice", they are recorded for a long time and kept in the memo to recall from time to time!
Intention: to collect the echoes of the four seasons and capture the subtle charm of life