The air flows, frost condenses, and suddenly breath is held; the spring mountains are layered without a trace. The heavens and earth are painted in hues of ochre and yellow. The dish holds the extraordinary, the brocade characters form a palindrome, where is the city of roses? The sound of the strained mulberry wood spreads the celestial music, heard in the clouds as stars and moons converse. Snow falls silently, heralding the clear autumn; the plum blossoms are colored, the orchid sleeves are fragrant, and this moment becomes eternal.