All things begin to store up in winter; Minor Snow moistens the years.

When the solar term reaches Minor Snow, the world ceases its hustle and bustle. The north wind filters out all the noise, and all things begin to store themselves in silence. Look at that thin frost gently kissing the blue tiles, and the sparse shadows outlining the clear window. It's not desolation, but the clarity and freshness that have been refined by the passage of time. At this time, it is most appropriate to slow down the pace of life: a pot of boiling warm soup, a few leisurely books, or the cozy glow of a family member sitting around. When the snow comes, the intention follows first. This is not the beginning of coldness, but a warm prologue - let us accumulate the strength for inner growth in the deepening silence. May you have something to do, someone to think of and the warm sun always by your side this winter.