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Spring,
Summer,
Fall,
Winter.
Such four seasons endlessly circulate in which we live.
1. Spring
šø In the Spring, all nature begins to sprout, overcoming the unsparing winter. When it comes to the point, many buds in nature sprout. It overspreads all around through their yellowish-green hue. Further, the mild spring breeze tickles them, on each occasion, that buds slightly shake, feeling breeze's tender affection. Birds sing for their new births. No one will dislike seeing their new life which is springing up.
2. Summer
In the summer, the ablaze sun comes out, so that matures its new births. That new births must conquer the burning sunshineć ” the thirst, the drought, and once in a while, the typhoon, the hailstone, the thunderstorm, the flash of lightning, the harmful insects, and the floodwaters and so on...
All these things turn out abject agonys to new births. Yet that abject agonys necessarily need them to be turned red for a harvest. In that sense, such hindrances are like a "necessary evil." Yes... sadly, a necessary evil... Who wants to encounter that malicious evil...? who would want it...? Notwithstanding, it is necessary for.
3. Autumn
In the autumn, at last every life must be harvested, thus, chaffs will be thrown out toward a fire pit, and the full gains will be gathered into a storage. There might be the bittersweetness.
And there are another bittersweetness in autumn; one is for the harvest, the other is for losing lifeć
” dying... Therein lies the point of intersection at one time, that is autumn...
Every life loses their lives for a winter, so to speak, all fruits are harvested without exception; flowers wither and then fade away; leaves on the trees dry up, after that, drop from. That is like a man's life cycle... No one can stick to "the only sweetness of harvest". Soon after, all must die and be in peace for a winter as well..., that is winter...
4. Winter
In the winter, every life begins to sleep in the snow, in the whiteness, in the snowy land... Its whiteness embraces all the dead like that...
When scattering snowflakes on every side,
the whiteness covers everything with his peace:
The sadness,
The loneliness,
The tears,
The sweat,
The sigh,
The resentment,
The wrath,
The anxiety,
The frustration,
The sickness,
The hunger,
The thirst,
All the agonys of life...
in spring,
in summer,
and
in autumn...
In that sense, four seasons might represent what life is...
Epilogue
Every time it comes back autumn, I would like to walk down the road that is piled up ginkgo leaves. There I might have to embrace not only the harvest but also the losing, the dying, things..., loving every dying things...
I will have to go on foot on the road
that has been given to me...
With all of it...
On the yellow road...
ISOURBLOG SHALOM
