How can a small courtyard be made cooler and more comfortable?
Summer
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Wutai Mountain Pushou Temple Buddhist Music Group
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A small courtyard, cool and refreshing.
The summer heat steams and stifles, the summer haze is hard to dispel
The courtyard in memory
Was once a place to cool off in childhood
A patch of sky above the well, a few traces of eaves
The starry sky like water, faint and hazy
Looking back at China's traditional courtyards
As the ordinary dwellings of the ancients
Today they are a dream that sets the heart racing
How deep, how deep the courtyard lies
Gusts of breeze, cool as water
If one could have a small courtyard
Then there is no need to envy the world's bustle and glamour
When the field of troubles is empty, the scorching clamour fades on its own
A courtyard space has a rare air of clear vastness
A small courtyard, cool and refreshing
The summer in Wang Zengqi's memory was like this:
“The watermelon is lowered into the well in a rope net, and cut open in the afternoon.
One cut down, with a crunch,
Cool air spills everywhere, even the eyes feel cool。”
A slice of watermelon in the courtyard
The coolness of an old well
How many scenes of olden days flow through it
A tiny space, cool and refreshing.
A sudden rainstorm, the wind urgent
After the rain, coolness; when the rain stops, clear vastness
Washing the flowers, bathing the leaves, watering the bamboo, filtering through the trees
Flowers and trees mingle with the fragrance of soil
Refreshing to the heart, clearing the spirit
A person's stray thoughts, too, in a single rain
Are awakened as if by sweet dew, waking from a great dream
Cicada song, insect chirps, bird calls, quiet joy
Bamboo shade, cool banana leaves, flower colours, a clear heart
The courtyard is a private coolness,
Hidden in the bustling lanes of the world
Hidden at the top of the towers of the world's passing years
A tiny space, like brocade poetry
Half of it is deep beyond measure
Half of it is endless and unbroken
A courtyard, cool and refreshing
A courtyard, wind and moon.
Have a courtyard
No need for it to be acres of open field
A small retreat is elegance itself
A few trees, a few clumps of bamboo, a few pots of flowers
When guests come, drink tea and talk of everywhere under the sun
When guests leave, break off a sprig, consoling that the days ahead are long
Tend the water, listen to the joy of the pond fish
A few koi, and the Way is in the pond's depths
Loosen the soil, watch the flowers bloom and fall
Leaf by leaf, green and yellow, the rise and fall of the world
The courtyard is filled with the wind and moon of the four seasons
Poetry and ease
Have always been the luxury of those with a heart for them
The poetry that yearns toward light
Never gazes into the abyss of darkness
Plain and simple, brisk and refreshing.
The elegance of Chinese people
Is innate
Objects and daily living are likewise naturally formed
In making scenery and planting, one should be casual and graceful
Plain, not given to lavish display
Elegant, not fond of gaudy colours
The eternity we pursue
Lies in the changing of each object and thing
Understand the ancients' philosophy of dealing with the world and with things
And naturally one can keep to simplicity in the world
See through spring flowers and autumn moons
And the heart is still as water
And the mind is cool as ice
The heart settles as the mind wills, the body is at peace as the spirit is calm
All things are stored in one courtyard
Brisk refreshment spreads over the whole body
Heat and coolness, trouble and calm, lie only in the state of mind
Green mountains at the gate, white clouds at the door, bright moon at the window, cool breeze brushing the seat
A clear heart in the courtyard, a chill to the bone in the yard, mountain rain at the pond, a single thought of coolness
May you and I both have a courtyard
With body at leisure and nothing to do, with poetry in the heart
The cool breeze is clear, the small courtyard is just so
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