鑠凍霜夕
飛炎雪晨
林寒尚翠
谷暖先春

Even on nights so bitterly cold that frost blankets the ground, the heat of the hot spring thaws the frozen earth. On chilly mornings when snow fills the air, its warm steam rises like leaping flames. Although the surrounding forest shivers in the biting cold, the trees remain lush and green. Filled with the comforting warmth of the hot spring, this valley welcomes the arrival of spring far earlier than the world beyond.

The Wenquan Ming (溫泉銘, Inscription on the Hot Spring)
Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of Tang
Zhenguan 22 (648)

If we can’t control the course of nature, at least we can control the narrative.