Ye Qingxuan strolled slowly by the West Lake, her eyes clouded with confusion as she murmured, "Where am I?"
Then, catching sight of the scenery of the West Lake, she couldn't help but laugh and say, "I've forgotten! In the springtime, the scenery of West Lake is at its most beautiful, and I specifically came to see the sights. How could I be so forgetful? Could it be that I'm getting old?"
It was early spring, a time when the warmth of the season brings flowers into bloom.
A gentle breeze carried warmth by the lakeside, where lotus leaves had begun to surface, fishes swam in the shallows, and the entire West Lake was shrouded in a misty haze.
Suddenly, from afar, someone came rowing a boat, singing as they paddled, "Spring has its flowers, autumn the moon, summer has cool breezes, winter the snow. If one's heart is untroubled by idle concerns, every season is a fine time to be alive."
