This mental state is beyond the secular, unaffected by fireworks and dust, and has elegant beauty and poetry.

Leisure is the long rhyme of "people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls" Only the wind knows when osmanthus will fall. How can anyone know? That's because of leisure. When you are free, move a chair and sit in the yard of osmanthus tree, make a cup of strong tea and enjoy osmanthus quietly. Watching the osmanthus fall, you know the breeze is blowing. So carefree, it is full of charm, as if waiting for a clear spring to make tea, a ray of life, a ray of Zen.