Originally named Qizhe, the term evoked the stirring of life as it breaks free from the thawing soil.

During the Han Dynasty, it was renamed Jingzhe to observe the imperial naming taboo of Emperor Jing, whose given name was Liu Qi.

Etymologically, Jing (to startle) captures the sudden jolt of spring thunder, while Zhe (to hibernate) portrays the winter dormancy of living beings.

Yet, while ancient imaginations credited the rumbling thunder with rousing these creatures, the true catalyst for this grand revival is simply the returning warmth of earth and air.

Chronicled by ancient sages, the three phenological chapters of Jingzhe carry the gentlest whispers of spring:

bare peach branches blush with tender blossoms, and golden orioles trill their seasonal melodies.

Even the myth of "eagles transforming into doves" is but a romantic yearning, tucked away by our ancestors within the folds of time.

As the vibrant tapestry of human life awakens alongside nature, the folk customs of Jingzhe overflow with unspoken, heartfelt prayers.

A bite of a crisp, sweet pear dispels the lingering spring dryness, carrying an earnest wish for enduring health.

Making offerings to the White Tiger to ward off misfortune, and stretching fresh hides over resonant temple drums—these ancient rituals are deeply rooted invocations for a peaceful and prosperous year.

Out in the fields, farmers follow the rhythm of the earth, tracing the very footsteps of the season.

As the saying goes, "Once the Awakening of Insects comes, spring ploughing never rests."

Every lift of the hoe and drive of the plow is a gentle vigil kept for the coming year.

As spring breezes soften into gentle rains, nourishing mountains and rivers, the entire earth pulses with the sheer power of newborn life.

Jingzhe stands as nature's grand ode, the breathtaking prologue to life, and the very dawn of hope.

Listen, the spring thunder rolls. Look, all creation thrives.

Jingzhe has arrived, and spring is fully awake.

May you and I, much like the myriad things awakening in this season, harbor deep-rooted hope and grow with fearless courage—

composing our own glorious movement in the grand symphony of spring!