Peach of immortality is always a few steps away from you no matter where you are.

That means that it is always peach blossom season if you were born a human.

So-called real seasons are empty and not more real than this metaphor.

Refuse the vain world, dedicate your life to good deeds out of compassion, then, meditate for a quarter of a century, squatting on a cliff.

(To make the context clearer, I am sitting in front of the computer, drinking coffee, and grinning).

((By the way, there is one Taoist novel that I read twice, and yesterday I suddenly saw it among the old Thai books in English. the mathematical probability for such a finding is close to zero. I bought it and will read it again)).

(((That guy squatting on the parapet :D, kissing the bride, and that photograper's pose... Fun!)))

((((Thanks for beer! Cheers!))))