Miscellaneous Notes on Apricot Blossoms

Amid the bustle, a fleeting spark of inspiration can always stir the heart. When spring flowers bloom in all their glory, with apricot blossoms stretching for miles in April, I want to wander through their petals and compose a magnificent melody.

These are merely assorted jottings, tales in an ancient style. I began writing when the apricot blossoms opened, so I called them Miscellaneous Notes from the Apricot Blossoms.

Do you know, do you know? The green leaves are lush, while the red flowers have withered.

In Peach Blossom Cove stands a peach blossom hut, and in the hut lives a peach blossom immortal.

Willows along the shore, dawn breeze, and a waning moon.

After washing and dressing, I lean alone against the railing of the river-view tower.

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Some stories are tender and lingering, others rich with meaning. In the end, I can only hope they leave a lingering sweetness on the lips.