Gongzhou Fengyun

The sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming. He stood under the tree, holding a volume in his hand. He was seven years old and didn't know what fame meant. He only knew that his grandfather said, The children of the He family will study under this tree for generations. When he was reciting "Poems of a Child Prodigy" under the osmanthus tree, she picked up the next sentence. She embroidered an osmanthus sachet for him. Every time he traveled far away, she would embroider a word on the back: Source, return, peace, tranquility. The day the gold medal was announced to Gongzhou, the grass on her grave had already grown. There is a woman. Her name is Su Waner, and she teaches in a private school at the foot of Hanshan Mountain. She locked the two poems in a bookcase and wrote a line: "It's not a waste of time to meet you in this life." As time goes by, The wind blows from the Han River, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms again...