一盆花，裝住整個冬天。
Vivaldi《冬》用震音寫寒風，弦聲像雪落無聲。我在這盆花裡，看見雲的世界——白花像雪，灰葉像霧，粉藍花瓣像遠方的天光。枝條向上是山，向下是谷；花與花之間，是風的路，是光的門。花沒有固定形狀，隨心情而變：一時聚，一時散，一時化雨，一時歸天。這一盆，不只是花，是心情的倒影；不只是冬，是天堂的門口。最後一片花瓣落下，我聽見寂靜裡有光。
One arrangement holds a whole winter.
Vivaldi’s Winter uses tremolo for cold wind, strings like snow falling silently. In this arrangement, I see a world of clouds — white flowers like snow, grey leaves like mist, pale blue petals like distant light. Branches rise as mountains, fall as valleys; between flowers lies a path for wind, a door for light. The flowers have no fixed shape, changing with the heart: now gathering, now scattering, now turning to rain, now returning to sky. This is not just a flower, but a reflection of mood; not just winter, but a doorway to heaven. As the last petal falls, I hear light in the silence.