Inscription:
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once the flowers are jealous, they fall into pieces and turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
——Lu You's "Bu Shuzi. Ode to Plum Blossoms"
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