As late autumn’s frost grows thick, all things fall quiet, awaiting winter’s repose

When frost falls, water returns to the valleys; when wind blows, leaves return to the mountains. When the last phoenix tree leaf whirls and falls to the ground, and when the first wisp of silvery frost condenses on the window lattice at dawn, we finally reach the final chapter of autumn—Frost's Descent. Cold Dew serves as a messenger, and Frost's Descent as a prologue. At this moment, the world has shed the hustle and bustle of autumn and draped itself in a plain, pure veil. Grasses and trees turn yellow, maples and persimmons redden, and reeds fly like snow; every frame of scenery speaks of the power of accumulation. The ancients divided Frost's Descent into three pentads: "Jackals offer sacrifices to beasts", "Plants and trees wither and fall", and "Hibernating insects all lie low". All things brew new life in silence, just as life gathers light during rest.

During Frost's Descent, the warmth of human life grows more pronounced. In southern China, people peel open sweet persimmons; in northern China, they cradle warming mutton soup in their hands. A plate of osmanthus cakes and a cup of aged tea soup—these are all the most heartfelt responses to the season. Just as orchids in a secluded valley, vying for nothing yet exuding a subtle fragrance; like rice bending low, boasting of nothing yet yielding a barn full of rich fruits. This is the wisdom bestowed by time: thriving in restraint, blooming in tranquility.

Frost's Descent: A farewell to autumn, an invitation to winter. From this moment onward, days grow shorter and nights longer. It is advisable to retire early and rise late, and to add layers of clothing gradually as the cold sets in. Brew the chaos of the world into a cup of tea; let the westerly wind howl outside, while tranquility prevails within the room.  Lanshuo wishes you: a body as steadfast as pine and cypress, standing taller after frost; a heart as elegant as an orchid, growing purer through the cold. In these increasingly chilly days, may you cultivate a sense of calm and keep a ray of warm sunshine in your heart.

Harvesting in autumn and storing in winter is not only the rhythm of nature, but also the philosophy of life. When frost covers the past, there is no need for us to sigh over what has passed—those accumulated experiences and reserved strength will eventually break through the soil and bloom into spring when the time is right. On this Frost's Descent, Lanshuo wishes you to walk calmly through the frost, and enjoy laughter around the fire with a peaceful life. Let us wait for a snowfall together with all living things, and hold fast to a warmth together with time.