Spring sprouts, summer grows, autumn harvests, and winter stores. Take and give by seasons, come in and go out by time, open and close, all is in order.

Scene 1/Stepping in, the flickering corridor comes into your eyes, the eaves are made from waterproof kraft papers, three longs and two shorts, diameter in thirties or forties, slight in touch with the facade, forming sharp light shadows as if rows of beam tracks on the facade. Next to them are eaves less than twenty meters from the facade, amidst faint and soft light, with more or less degrees of shade. Walking through the corridor, you’ll have sense of honor from the baptism of light.

Scene 2/Mount scrolls, the table board, as thin as paper, is steadily supported by seven legs in staggered and unordered layout, which encloses a private discussion area, reminding of seven sages of the bamboo grove. Overhead are hundreds of Xuan paper scrolls suspended in the air, where the section constitutes stretches in hilly profile. Still papers are left blank, implying its accommodation of a myriad of settings. Fully painted scrolls are solid, having the meaning of lofty aspirations.

Scene 3/Coming into your eyes is one grey wall and white drapery, the floor and the grey wall connect the heaven and the earth, and white drapery rises from the floor to form a pavilion. It creates spaces independent of each other but setting off scenery in hazy dynamic condition. Three bamboos are dotted around. Looking forward, the yellow bamboo leaves at the corner of grey wall and white drapery shakes in the breeze, in full sense of Zen. Looking backward, bamboo shadow is flickering from white drapery, and scatters wall painting on the floor.