I only wish to meet this world a countless number of times in the clear spring light.


In boundless beauty of flowers, I cultivate a calm, unruffled steadiness.
Spring is poetic—sublime, lofty, an unreachable kind of beauty. Head to your destination; truly, the whole road is scenery.
The natural beauty moves me, and it satisfies my “Ye Gong loves dragons” pastoral daydreams.
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