Between Seasons临水草堂

A quiet place between water and time.

Welcome to Runtian's home.

夜晚，我把未尽的疑问留在窗前任露水覆上它透明的表面等黎明重新照亮万物，那尚未显明的奥秘或许依然沉默——
At night, I leave my unfinished questions at the window,letting the dew settle over their transparent surface.When dawn lights all things anew,the mystery not yet revealedmay still keep its silence —

Before Dawn 天亮以前Read the poem

Season and hour

Season
Sound

Field recordings for this hour and season — the lake, the wind, birds and insects. Nothing loads until you turn it on.

Language

Ways to linger

  • Touch anything in the garden and it answers: the roof lifts, the lamp goes out, the tree lets something fall. If it leads somewhere, its card has the link — or use the list of places at the bottom.
  • Open the house and the roof lifts for a while, so you can see the rooms; touch it again to close it. The workshop opens the same way.
  • The garden keeps your hour and season. Change them in Settings, or with ← → for the season and [ ] for the hour. Esc puts everything back.
  • Sound stays off until you turn it on.

This hour's poem

天亮以前 Before Dawn

夜晚，我把未尽的疑问留在窗前
任露水覆上它透明的表面
等黎明重新照亮万物，
那尚未显明的奥秘
或许依然沉默——

At night, I leave my unfinished questions at the window,
letting the dew settle over their transparent surface.
When dawn lights all things anew,
the mystery not yet revealed
may still keep its silence —

Read the poem

Places in the garden

About
A house need not be large. Enough for a bed, a fire, and someone who wants to come back.
Research
The lamp at the desk stays lit. Some questions take a whole life to think through.
Software
Here an idea becomes wood, then a thing, then an ordinary day in someone's hands.
Writing
What you write down remembers the part you will forget.
Art
My grandmother’s flowers and birds. On paper they bloom in every season.
Contact
Letters are welcome.

Newest writingThe Mountain Is There — On AI and Humanity

From the workshopOverlap A small scheduling app for finding the hours that suit everyone.

On the hour

Time is the only thing the garden truly obeys. Wherever you are, the light tries to meet you there — and the sun and moon keep the hours they would keep outside your own window.

On the sky

I keep the sky clear all year. Clouds do not speak for the sky — so the light can fall all the way to the water, the eaves, and you.

On the garden

A garden is slow. It fixes nothing and never hurries you along; the longer you stay, the more it becomes your own place.