A Joyous Climb to the Branches

Her earliest dream was simply to find a good man who loved her, and walk through life by his side.

For that, she chose to set foot on the thorn-strewn road of the imperial palace.

Falling flowers have feelings, drifting with the flowing waters.

She does not vie with bees and butterflies for their share of fragrance,

Only hopes the drooping willows will cherish their golden strands.

At last, when she reaches the summit, she looks back with a smile at the winding road behind her...