The Red Plum Blossoms

Beyond the posthouse, by the broken bridge, she blooms alone, unwanted. At dusk, she grieves alone, beset by wind and rain. She has no desire to vie for spring, letting the other flowers envy her as they please. Fallen, ground to dust and mud, her fragrance remains unchanged. A modest, sweet young woman, cherished by her parents since childhood, faces a life full of hardships. Will she struggle and fight back, or yield to fate?