I owe Chunhua a poem "Its Nine": Wisteria
Wentu/Yi Han
Light wisteria, blowing in the wind
In the spring that is coming to an end
Lush greenery dances with fallen flowers
You're blooming silently
In the breeze, you dance
The purple skirt is like a dream
A soft whisper in the depths of the soul
Tell the mystery of life
Or an affectionate vow of love
At the junction of late spring and early summer
I'm afraid of losing that poetic heart
And your purple psalms
It's like a stroke of genius
Filled in my blank paper
Talk to you
It's like being in a sacred temple
In your purple scroll
Some imagery is beyond imagination
They are waiting quietly in the long river of years
You are fluttering, conveying kindness and truth
These must come from the high heavens
From the first mysterious moment
In this hustle and bustle of the world, the dust is intertwined
You are the silence and poetry of that touch of purple
Lead me back to the pure land of my heart
2024/04/17
Spring breeze, birdsong, in the plot of colorful 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," said O'Keeffe. "Thousands of spring flowers, the world is so vast and warm.