When fresh flowers meet a bamboo fence, I only wish time would stand still in such beautiful scenery.

When fresh flowers meet the bamboo fence of a small courtyard, they enclose the noise of the mortal world, yet cannot enclose the fragrance filling the yard.

The footsteps of summer also arrive slowly with the scent of flowers carried by the wind. May time slow down, and slow down a little more, with all things peaceful and lovely.

In the small fenced courtyard surrounded by mountain forests, the empty hills are quiet and secluded, with no sound of people. Time also seems to stand still and freeze, no longer flowing. Everything here makes one feel dazed, as if transported to another world.

In the small fenced courtyard, wait until all prosperity fades, quietly keeping watch over the passing years, day after day, year after year.

Be an idle person, simple, innocent, natural, and unadorned, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, listening to the cicadas, facing a zither, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.