I owe Chunhua a poem (the third): Xifu Begonia
Wentu/Yi Han
Blessed am I passing through your bloom
Now I'll look at you again
Hold a hairpin on the sideburns of my words
You answer my sense of smell with a dark incense
Let's hold up the spring together
I read your colors aloud in this form
Not to mention melancholy and melancholy
Just bless each other
Thou hast twinkled the words of my pen
Love and beauty have their own path to ascent
Richness and happiness, exhalation and inhalation, manifest in
Our time and space, at this time I organize the photo album
Parse the minutes and seconds of time with you
My laughter is intertwined with the scent of your flowers
There is another spring between each other
Your bloom is frozen in the sweetness of my words
I am glad that we met vividly
Ours is bigger than the sky
You store it in my poems, in my heart, in the album
Balancing the loss and gain of the change of seasons
We squander some pink breath in the text
I don't even have time to imagine romantic feelings
and heart-warming charm
2024/04/11
Spring breeze, birdsong, in the plot of spring, hold out loud verses, as clean as moonlight. "If you take a flower in your hand and look at it carefully, you will find that in a moment, the whole world is completely yours. - O'Keeffe". Thousands of spring flowers, the world is so vast and warm.