Late Spring Collection of Essays

The lingering red color at the mouth of the valley chases the water, and the oriole's voice carries the sorrow of late spring. The flowers of Xinyi have fallen and their fragrance has rested, and the shadows of apricots have drifted away for a long time. The wind caressed the secluded bamboo and added green charm, and the rain nourished the tender grass and reflected the Qiong Tower. Thinking of my old friend from afar, far away from the world, leaning against the window of my mansion, my dream never ceases. Look at the new lotus floating on the clear water, and the returning wild geese sending their tender affection. Although time passes, love will last forever, waiting for us to meet again in the golden autumn.