He pointed at the two men playing chess on the stone table not far away, and asked her tenderly: You compare him to a heart-warming peach, and you compare him to a clivia, what about me?
She smiled sweetly: You are a sunflower.
His face turned from joyful to bitter, and he asked angrily: Why are they all having peach blossoms and orchids, and I am the sunflower? Am I so unfavorable to you?
She looked confused: What's wrong with sunflowers? What does this have to do with not being favored?
He sighed quietly and said: You have loved peach orchids and bamboo plums all your life, but I don't see what you like about sunflowers. You don't like them, so what's the use of them?
But she smiled and said: You have a shining sun, what do you want me to do?
He shook his head and said: If you were not in the light, what would I do with the sun!
