When Steel Blossoms: A Symphony of Spring and Structure

Here and there, the early orioles vied with each other for warm trees;

From which house the newly arrived swallows gather the spring clay.

TangDynasty, Bai Juyi "A Spring Walk by the Qiantang Lake"

The newly arrived swallows, with the charm of spring in their beaks, build their nests close to the lofty clouds. Despite the passage of time and the changes of the years, buildings constantly provide shelter from wind and rain, inheriting the outstanding charm of the Eastern concept of "home".

The incense-ash warms, the fragrance melts, And dissolves the endless day;

The grape trellis cradles the spring vines in a verdant array.

Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan, "Fisherman's Pride"

The East Wind wields its brush, and the spring vines begin to sprout. The tenacious veins are interwoven throughout the earth. Each branch is like a truss forged by nature, interwoven and coiled, climbing upward. Trying to weave the dome of life. 

Spring tides surge seaward, merging the sky with brine;

A bright moon rose with the tide and shone on the waves.

Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ruoxu, “Moonlight Of Spring River”

Glass curtain walls, layer upon layer like overlapping mountain ranges, are exactly like the glistening spring rivers that record the migration of floating clouds. Like the ebb and flow of a spring tide, light and shadow interlace, transforming the vastness of the sky and the depth of the earth into a poetic melody of light and flow. 

Why seek out famous gardens to chase the spring breeze?

The mountain wildflowers along the trail never fail to catch your eye.

Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli, “Morning Cooking at Mingfa West Pavilion Amidst the Misty Hills”

In the symphony of machinery and structure, each unadorned "bolt flower", though without heavy fragrance, still bursts into brilliant bloom in silence. It took root deep in the crevices of the steel, a covenant with structure, firm and unshaken.

After a night of spring thunder, all the hibernating insects begin to chatter among themselves.

Ming Dynasty, Wang Shizhen "Poem on the Picture of Spring Thunder Awakening from Hibernation"

The thunder cracked the veil of the spring. All beings sip the sweet rain and grow with quick shoots. Earth stretches her limbs and brews fresh life. Every edifice that rises from the ground thumps in resonant chords to the primal call of the season.

Meet the lavish bloom of spring, And wander through the labyrinth of blossoms, Where force and form in cadence sway, And trace the pulse of spring's swaying.