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There is such a touching story during World War II. After the war, Paris was in ruins and the whole city was devastated. An American worriedly asked his companion: "Do you think it is possible to rebuild your home?" "Yes, they can do it." "What makes you so sure?" "Look at the bouquet of flowers on their table. Any nation, when they are in a miserable situation, can still think of placing some flowers on the table, they will be able to rebuild their home on the ruins." Flowers can indeed bring such comfort to people. Even a simple room with a bouquet of flowers will be full of aura. The well-known florist Liang Ping teaches us how to use flowers to decorate every corner of our lives and every gathering. In the fleeting and moving beauty of flowers, we can see the hope and joy of life.

"Blooming Lips" is a collection of short poems written by Liang Ping, a veteran of the Chinese poetry circle and a famous poet, in recent years. The content involves natural landscapes, customs, emotions and life, and the grand and subtle arrival of the spiritual world. This book is a bilingual version in Chinese and English. The English part was translated by American poet and translator King Chong.

This book is a selection of prose about the Silk Road by the famous contemporary writer Liang Ping. Following Liang Ping's writing, we travel upstream along the Yangtze and Jialing rivers, running, diving and soaring all the way, resonating with his love and hate, his anger and expectation, pain and pleasure. Chongqing is the place where Liang Ping was born and raised, and it is also the place where Liang Ping was created. In his light and poetic words, we can seem to see his heart-wrenching pen and ink, his cries that smothered the moving clouds, and his sonorous questions - The son said on the river, the dead are like a husband! This is his philosophical question about great sorrow, joy and great enlightenment. It is his spiritual pursuit to seek the dignity of death and the solemnity of life. The answer is self-evident.

Taking the three-year post-disaster reconstruction of Sichuan as the background, it describes the strength of the country, the spirit of the nation, the great love of the world and the great spirit of earthquake relief. The whole poem has about 3,000 lines, divided into chapters with a unique structure. As a literary writing, three years of restoration and reconstruction will leave precious memories in this long poem. The long poem selects the profound changes in the restoration and reconstruction of people's homes in the most severely affected areas. Starting from small homes, it shows the miracles on earth created by Sichuan's three-year post-disaster reconstruction. It profoundly reflects the extraordinary ability and effectiveness of socialist China in dealing with natural disasters. It reflects the life-valuing and "people-oriented" decision-making of the Party Central Committee and the State Council. It also reflects the strong leadership of the provincial party committee and the provincial government, as well as the party and government agencies at all levels leading the people in the disaster area to fight day and night for three years. The unforgettable stories of eighteen provinces and cities in aiding construction, and the spiritual nirvana of the people in the disaster area who are constantly striving for self-improvement and rebuilding their homes through self-reliance.

The Jialing River is almost the only river that can be identified as having two sources and flowing thousands of miles in cursive writing. Standing at the pier at Chaotianmen in Chongqing, one can see a mighty line from left to right, inserting the last and most lyrical stroke into the heart of the Yangtze River as her most graceful ending. This is a long humanistic scroll, a long spiritual journey, passing through the three provinces and one city of Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan, and Chongqing, with stormy waves crashing on the shore and romance all the way. But this final writing is the memory of my life and my eternity. My first cry was the sound of the waves of the Jialing River. One kilometer before the Jialing River merges into the Yangtze River, the river is calm and gentle. The occasional rapids and shoals have not changed the gracefulness and mystery that it has cultivated all year round. There is a factory on the shore with a very resounding name. It is called Chang'an. A factory can actually have the same name as the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty.