Which fruit attains the Dao?

From time to time, there are days when Zhuangzi finds himself at a loss in his thinking. At such moments, Master Zhuang’s face tightens into a frown; even when he smiles, it looks twisted and rather unsightly. At times like these, the limited learning of Kingfisher can unexpectedly prove useful. This noon, in the cool air of winter, on the first day of the new year, the sunlight was pale—rarely does one see a winter day so beautiful. Yet Kingfisher noticed Zhuangzi frowning, lost in thought. He must be stuck again.