The Splendor of Lush Greenery

The flowering trees are wondrous, and their finest years are here again. Green leaves weave a new canopy, while red blossoms cover the old branches. The wind returns, scattering the flowers in a whirl; the sun passes, casting shadows that cross and overlap. Beauty fades day by day, yet you do not know how I long for you. From the fourth year of Hongde under the Great Chen to the thirty-sixth, thirty-two years of storms and strife swept across the land, while fortunes rose and fell within the palace walls. He Fangshu entered the game as a female historian and ultimately rose above all others. Long ago, she planted willows, which still sway gently south of the Han River. If the trees can grow old, how can a person bear it?