Side Book Spring is Coming (Box Set of Three Books) (Box has damage)

Author: Tianyi
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Publish Date: 2002-12-01
Features: The pale yellow Xuan paper, which seems to still carry the scent of ink, exudes an antique charm. The completely retro rough-thread binding and vertical layout embody the reflections and laments of scholars and literary figures from ancient and modern times, as well as the exquisite and delicate ancient paintings and poetry... It is truly the perfect gift! This set contains three volumes:
"Spring is Approaching"
Amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, we occasionally glimpse blue skies and white clouds, or feel the warmth of the sun. Yes, we are tightly surrounded by the trivialities of the city, forgetting many things around us—forgetting the snowy winds of our hometown, the crisp songs of orioles, the pastoral scenery, and even spring itself. Yet, in an instant, we suddenly realize the feeling that spring is approaching. Spring reminds me of Hai Zi's poem:
"From tomorrow, I shall be a happy man. I shall feed horses, chop firewood, and travel the world. From tomorrow, I shall care for grain and vegetables. I shall have a house facing the sea, with spring warmth and blooming flowers."
Spring is a natural symphony, bringing endless freshness, symbolizing rebirth, pursuit, and the eternal truth of the universe. Spring is approaching—facing the sea, feeling the boundless spring rising from the ocean.
"A Joyful and Contented Life"
The ancient sages were free from worldly burdens, their minds vast and boundless. Thus, their vision was lofty, unobscured by any worldly images, and untouched by trivial matters. At times of tranquility, stillness is also motion. When the scene changes but the heart remains unchanged, it is because of distance. The heart does not cling to objects; in the human world, one does not feel solitude, nor does one notice the clamor of carriages. If there are chrysanthemums by the fence, pick them—once picked, leave them. My heart has no order.
Many consider Tao Yuanming the epitome of China's "reclusion" tradition, and few would disagree. His line "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze upon the southern mountain" is familiar to every Chinese person and represents an ideal realm for escaping the mortal world. "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze upon the southern mountain" is a state of mind, "Returning to the fields with simplicity" is the posture to achieve this state, "The Ode to Departing" is a declaration, and "The Peach Blossom Spring" is the highest realm of reclusion. To be content and joyful, the essence lies in discovering beauty and interest in ordinary life, while deliberately maintaining a certain distance from reality—what is called "retirement."
Compared to the realistic depiction of retired life in countless poems and songs, it is perhaps more accurate to say that they reflect the's longing for such a life. This seems to be a tradition among Chinese literati: to retreat, but not fully to relinquish the world. Be more grounded—find joy in nature and the pastoral, and live at ease!
"March"
At this time, Ziji's spring garden is alive with orioles flying, grass growing, birds singing, and flowers blooming. The outside cherry blossoms are near fading, but here they are in full bloom, a riot of color. The wisteria along the corridors is also blooming in succession, their vibrant hues dazzlingly bright. The weeping willows by the pond are heavy with blossoms, their branches hanging over the water, swaying gracefully. Various water birds, some in pairs, add to the scene.
March is the season for outings: scholars carry wine and gather with close friends to compose poems in the fields; beauties paint their eyebrows and lips, dressed in fine attire to compete with the colorful flowers. Spring outings are a traditional custom of the Chinese people. When peach blossoms and willows are in full bloom, and butterflies flutter, one knows that every corner is filled with brightness and hope.
March is also the season for play: blue kites soaring in the sky, swings swaying, tug-of-war, and the lively temple fairs where happy lovers sing sweet, lingering songs. March can awaken the sleeping and intoxicate the awakened, letting people revel in the embrace of nature.
I recall a poem: "When flowers are ready to be plucked, pluck them at once. Do not wait until they are gone, only to pluck empty branches." It urges us to cherish the springtime and not to waste the beauty of youth.