Watch cherry blossoms in spring, hang paintings in summer, listen to rain in autumn, and hide in snow in winter.
This early cherry blossom in Suzhai, Jiangnan has been in bloom for seventy-seven years.
I learned poetry from Brother Yanchen when I was a child. He said that early cherry blossoms are worth remembering only when they bloom and fall quickly.
That winter, he buried a lapel of fallen cherry blossoms under the snow and said he would leave it to me in the spring.
I am ninety-two years old this year, and I wait for the flowers to bloom every year.
When the wind blows and the fragrance of cherry blossoms passes through the window——
I always thought it was him.
Intention: A clean and pure first love and old dream, a distant connection between life and death.