All the fragrant flowers are scattered, showing a pale yellow color, and the clusters of flowers shine in the morning light.
The echoes are startled, the crickets are chirping in annoyance, and I stand proudly against the frost.
Who in the world has such a high charm? The branches are calm and dry, and the fragrance is exhaled.
Collecting flowers and dyeing them makes them weigh as much as gold. Isn't this the most beautiful painting?