Sitting alone with nothing to do, burning incense and writing poems. Since ancient times, literati have loved burning incense to gain enlightenment. I don’t know whether it is the beauty of incense that attracts literati and elegant guests, or whether it is because of the literati’s talent and wisdom that the incense becomes so beautiful.
“Burning incense, ordering tea, hanging pictures, arranging flowers, and other idle things” is the exquisite life of scholars in the Song Dynasty.
"Burning incense into the Orchid Terrace, drafting many fragrant words", "The unicorn does not move on the stove smoke, the peacock slowly opens its fan and returns", "Idlely chanting four verses, quietly "To a furnace of incense", "If you want to know how to ascend in the daytime, you can burn incense and listen to the rain", "Agarwood incense breaks the coldness of the jade furnace, and it accompanies my clear mind like water"...
In the Tang Dynasty In the poems and essays of the Song Dynasty, you can always encounter the elegance and charm of fragrance and Taoism. The fragrance culture curls up, passing through history and time, and still infiltrates the hearts of Chinese people thousands of years later.