The heat of the Great Qin's Central Plains is contrasted by the cold under the glaciers of the grasslands, yet it all does nothing to harm the tranquility of Shaolin, located in a realm of its own, where the climate and temperature remain at the most agreeable level.
In summer, a gentle breeze blows, and in winter, one can warm a pot of wine over the fire, with its aroma wafting through the air. Sitting by the fire, wrapped in a cape, watching the snow fall silently—every scene is a source of envy for the cultured scholars, who would turn green with jealousy at such carefree pleasure.
The host of this place, whether in appearance or demeanor, is worthy of such elegant matters.
