Do Not Contest the Spring, Only Let It Report Back.






I adore the qualities of plum blossoms: their stunning beauty, serene elegance, and vibrant flourishing amidst the fading of all other flowers. They stand proudly against the blizzard, welcoming the dancing snowflakes with fierce determination.
'Do not let anyone praise their hues; only let their pure fragrance fill the universe.' Wandering through a plum blossom grove, the crimson, rosy, and snowy white blossoms display their flawless forms in the cold wind; particularly the emerald-green (gé mé) – jade-like in color – with its rich and heady scent, permeating the air and captivating the senses, like a breathtaking poem, inspiring admiration.