Essays in Verse: In the Next Life, Let's Be a Flower
— Raindrops on a pool of new leaves, the wind carries a pavilion a ten-step distance away; the mundane world is always boring, but among the flowers, there is genuine affection.
— Epigraph
It's deep spring, even the most ordinary small flowers and grasses are vigorously flourishing, freely expressing their longing.
These small flowers and grasses grow unnoticed in every corner and cranny, and often inadvertently fall into your sight, decorating the scenery before your eyes.
When photographing them, I even dare not move, always afraid to disturb their beauty.
Their existence transforms spring into a temptation; everything is so wonderfully beautiful within time.
From dawn till dusk, I walked deeply in the spring colors, as if searching for a confidant, a lover; full of affection.
Along the streets and alleys, by ditches and canals, I walked, loving flowers. I look down on fleeting beauty, everywhere is full of green, countless flowers bloom in my eyes.
I know that flowers are eternal, and they are endless to write about. There are countless people in the world who love flowers and write about them.
If I could, I would be a flower in the next life, meet someone who loves me, and be happy in their love, and love them in their happiness······
