打開筆記，天氣雨天，打開系統，撐傘過橋底，墨云如怒獸翻涌，沉沉地壓向大地，須臾間便將那原本澄澈的天際遮蔽得密不透風，狂風呼嘯而過，如鬼哭狼嚎，吹得山林間的樹木劇烈搖晃，枝葉相互抽打，發出沙沙的凄厲聲響，傾盆大雨轉瞬即至，豆大的雨點如利箭般射向地面，砸在青石板鋪就的古道上，濺起層層水花，好似綻放的晶瑩白蓮，遠處那座孤零零的古亭，在暴雨中顯得愈發孤寂，亭角的銅鈴被風扯動，發出叮叮當當的雜亂聲響，仿佛在哭訴著這場風雨的肆虐，亭中，一位身著素色長袍的書生，衣袂被狂風灌得獵獵作響，他眉頭緊鎖，望著這漫天雨幕，眼中滿是憂慮，其發絲有些凌亂，幾縷被汗水與雨水浸濕，貼在臉頰之上，而在他身側，一把油紙傘已被狂風撕得七零八落，散落在地，適配詩句，雷聲千嶂落，雨色萬峰來，風如拔山怒，雨如決河傾。
凜冽寒風呼嘯而過，似鋒利刀刃割破長空，須臾，鵝毛般的大雪鋪天蓋地地席卷而來，整個世界瞬間陷入一片潔白，廣袤無垠的荒原之上，皚皚白雪層層堆積，一眼望去，連綿起伏的雪丘宛如巨大的銀龍靜臥，狂風卷著雪花肆意飛舞，像是無數白色精靈在天地間瘋狂嬉戲，荒原的邊緣，矗立著一座古老的烽火臺，烽火臺周身被雪嚴嚴實實地包裹，只隱隱露出斑駁的磚石輪廓，顯得格外孤寂與滄桑，烽火臺旁，幾株枯瘦的胡楊倔強地挺立，樹枝上掛滿積雪，宛如瓊枝玉干，每一陣風刮過，樹枝輕顫，雪花簌簌落下，如同碎玉滿地，適配詩句，燕山雪花大如席，片片吹落軒轅臺，大雪壓青松，青松挺且直。
春回大地，風和日麗，踏入江南的小鎮，仿若置身于一幅絢麗多姿的畫卷之中，小鎮的街頭巷尾，繁花似錦。粉粉嫩嫩的桃花，簇擁在枝頭，似少女嬌羞的臉龐，在微風中輕搖淺笑，潔白如雪的梨花，宛如仙子下凡，純凈而美好，花瓣飄落，恰似一場花雨，金黃的油菜花田，猶如一片金色的海洋，在陽光的照耀下熠熠生輝，微風拂過，涌起層層花浪，鎮中的小溪潺潺流淌，溪水清澈見底，能瞧見水底五彩斑斕的石子與搖曳的水草，溪邊垂柳依依，嫩綠的柳絲如絲線般輕柔下垂，隨風飄舞，仿佛在與溪水低語，溪邊的亭子里，幾位身著淡雅素袍的文人雅士正圍坐于此，他們面前擺放著筆墨紙硯，或吟詩，或作畫，盡情享受這大好春光，其中一人身著月白長袍，手持折扇，扇面上繪著幾株淡雅的蘭花，他微微仰頭，閉眼吟誦，神情陶醉，適配詩句，等閑識得東風面，萬紫千紅總是春，春風如醇酒，著物物不知。
在一處靜謐的深山幽谷之中，寒冬的氣息彌漫，嶙峋的山石錯落林立，石縫間堆積著斑駁的殘雪，在一處背風的巖洞里，幾條蛇正安靜地進行冬眠，巖洞內部陰暗潮濕，洞壁上附著著一層薄薄的水汽，在微光下閃爍，蛇們或盤曲，或相互交織，它們的鱗片在黯淡光線中隱隱泛著冷光，身上的花紋，有的如神秘的圖騰，有的似錯落的斑紋，與巖洞的灰暗色調融為一體，周圍寂靜無聲，只有偶爾傳來的微弱風聲在洞口盤旋，在這狹小的空間里，蛇們仿佛與外界隔絕，沉浸在漫長的沉睡之中，等待著春日的喚醒，適配詩句，蟄龍三冬臥，老鶴萬里心，雖詩句原非專指蛇冬眠，但此中蟄伏等待之意可與場景相襯。
Openthenotebook.Theweatherisrainy.Openthesystem.Holdinganumbrella，walkingunderthebridge.
Inkycloudsroillikeenragedbeasts，pressingdownheavilyontheearth.Inaninstant，theyobscuretheonce-clearskysodenselythatnotarayoflightcanpenetrate.Thehowlinggalesweepsby，wailinglikeghostsandwolves，causingthetreesinthemountainforesttoswayviolently.Thebranchesandleaveslashagainsteachother，makingashrillrustlingsound.Thetorrentialrainarrivesinaninstant.Bean-sizedraindropsshoottowardsthegroundlikesharparrows，hittingtheancientroadpavedwithbluestonesandsplashinglayersofwater-flowers，likebloomingcrystal-clearwhitelotuses.Inthedistance，thesolitaryancientpavilionlooksevenmoredesolateintherainstorm.Thebronzebellsatthecornersofthepavilionaretuggedbythewind，makingachaotictinklingsound，asifcryingabouttherampageofthiswindandrain.Inthepavilion，ascholarinaplain-coloredrobehashissleevesflutteringloudlyinthegale.Hisbrowsaretightlyknitted.Lookingatthecurtainofrainfillingthesky，hiseyesarefullofworry.Hishairisabitmessy，andseveralstrands，soakedbysweatandrain，sticktohischeeks.Besidehim，anoil-paperumbrellahasbeentorntopiecesbythegaleandscatteredontheground.Appropriatepoemsare:“Thethunderrumblesdownamongthepeaks，andtheraincomesfromtenthousandmountains.““Thewindragesasifuprootingmountains，andtherainpourslikeariverburstingitsbanks.“
Thebitingcoldwindhowlsthrough，likeasharpbladecuttingthroughthesky.Inamoment，snowflakesasbigasgoosefeatherscomesweepingdown，blanketingthewholeworldinwhiteinaninstant.Onthevastandboundlesswasteland，thewhitesnowaccumulateslayerbylayer.Lookingout，theundulatingsnowmoundsarelikehugesilverdragonslyingquietly.Thegaleswirlsthesnowflakes，makingthemdancewildly，likecountlesswhiteelvesfrolickingmadlybetweenheavenandearth.Attheedgeofthewastelandstandsanancientbeacontower.Thebeacontoweristightlywrappedinsnow，withonlythemottledbrickoutlinefaintlyshowing，lookingextremelydesolateandvicissitudes.Besidethebeacontower，severalwitheredpopuluseuphraticatreesstandstubbornly.Thebranchesarehungwithsnow，likejade-likebranches.Everytimethewindblows，thebranchestrembleslightly，andthesnowflakesrustledown，likebrokenjadeallovertheground.Appropriatepoemsare:“ThesnowflakesonYanshanMountainareasbigasmats，flutteringdownonebyoneontoXuanyuanTerrace.““Heavysnowpressesonthegreenpines，yetthepinesstandtallandstraight.“
Whenspringreturnstotheearth，theweatherismildandsunny.EnteringasmalltowninthesouthoftheYangtzeRiverislikesteppingintoacolorfulandmagnificentscroll.Inthestreetsandalleysofthetown，flowersareinfullbloom.Thepinkandtenderpeachblossomsclusteronthebranches，liketheshyfacesofyounggirls，gentlyswayingandsmilinginthebreeze.Thepearblossomsaswhiteassnowarelikecelestialfairiesdescendingtothemortalworld，pureandbeautiful.Thepetalsfall，justlikeaflower-rain.Thegoldenrape-flowerfieldsarelikeagoldenocean，shiningbrightlyunderthesunlight.Whenthebreezeblows，layersofflower-wavessurge.Thesmallstreaminthetowngurglesgently.Thewaterissoclearthatyoucanseethecolorfulstonesandswayingwaterweedsatthebottom.Bythestream，weepingwillowshangdowngracefully.Thetendergreenwillowtwigsareassoftassilkthreads，droopingandflutteringinthewind，asifwhisperingtothestream.Inthepavilionbythestream，severalrefinedscholarsinelegantplainrobesaresittingaround.Infrontofthemarebrushes，ink，paper，andinkstones.Somearechantingpoems，somearepainting，enjoyingthiswonderfulspringscenerytotheirheart'scontent.Oneofthem，inamoon-whiterobe，holdsafoldingfanwithseveralelegantorchidspaintedonit.Heslightlytiltshisheadback，closeshiseyes，andchants，withanintoxicatedexpression.Appropriatepoemsare:“It'seasytorecognizethefaceoftheeastwind;allthecolorsofspringarealwaysthere.““Thespringbreezeislikemellowwine，andeverythingittouchesdoesn'tnotice.“
Inaquietdeep-mountainvalley，thechillofwinterpervades.Jaggedrocksstandscattered，withpatchesofresidualsnowpiledinthecrevices.Inawind-shelteredcave，severalsnakesarehibernatingquietly.Theinsideofthecaveisdarkanddamp，andathinlayerofwatervaporadherestothecavewall，glisteninginthefaintlight.Thesnakesareeithercoiledorintertwinedwitheachother.Theirscalesfaintlyglimmerwithacoldlightinthedimlight.Thepatternsontheirbodies，somearelikemysterioustotems，somearelikescatteredmarkings，blendingwiththedarkcolorofthecave.It'scompletelysilentaround，withonlytheoccasionalfaintwindswirlingattheentranceofthecave.Inthisnarrowspace，thesnakesseemtobecutofffromtheoutsideworld，immersedinalongslumber，waitingtobeawakenedbyspring.Appropriatepoemis:“Thedormantdragonliesthroughthethreewintermonths;theoldcranehasaheartforthousandsofmiles.“Althoughtheoriginalpoemisnotspecificallyaboutsnakeshibernating，themeaningoflyingdormantandwaitingcanmatchthescene.