In May, the flowers fall in profusion. Life is as fierce as a summer flower. If I were a sentimental man, allow me to search for the woman who blooms like a flower in this beautiful May. A woman like the lilac flower, elegant and pretty, walks under an oiled paper umbrella in Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley." She carries a faint sorrow, like the unopened banana plant and lilac knot, each facing the spring breeze with their own worries. She has walked for a thousand years, carrying that beautiful legend, resisting her father's opposition for the man she loves until her strength is depleted. The lush lilac tree growing on the tomb tells of her loyal love story, and its gentle fragrance moistens the heart of her lover. This flower of love is magnificent, but how many people understand her steadfast heart? The timeless "Life Pairing" poem: "Cold wine, one, two, three drops; Lilac flowers, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands heads," is a perfect match, considered a timeless absolute pairing. It embodies wisdom and the truth of love. True love is a pledge of life, a mutual pleasure of the soul, a hundred twists and turns, yet he or she remains the pain in your heart; after a thousand sails have passed, he or she is still the first sight that stirs your heart; when your hair is full of frost, he or she is still the most intimate listener by the stove...
The ground is covered with fallen petals, and I only seek the sentimental ones. Flowers do not linger on the branches for long; they just bloom noisily, just as love, once loved, spreads freely and extravagantly, without shying away from the secular world. Aren't peach blossoms such women? They say light-hearted peach blossoms flow with the water, but who knows that they have exhausted the brilliance of their lives for a brief moment of splendor. Cui Hu said, "Last year at this door, the peach blossom face was red," where is that beautiful woman like a peach blossom now? How come only the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze? Who knew she fell in love at first sight, became ill with longing, and there was no cure. Just blooming for a season, she faded and perished. With regrets, with the most beautiful face, she turned into dust. Peach blossoms are decisive women, falling in their prime, too soon. They evoke tenderness in men, urging them to cherish and not miss out.
When roses bloom, they prefer the wilds. So-called wild roses represent romantic love. Roses are pure and beautiful women, with a touch of wildness, exuding a romantic air, catching the eye and stopping passersby. They bloom under bamboo cottages, beside bamboo fences, accompanied by thorns. After light rain and morning dew, they will bloom even more brilliantly. Wild roses cannot be well cared for; those kept at home often suffer from pests and diseases. Don't confine such women in cages, for they won't breathe freely then. Without the dust and dew, they lose their blooming beauty. They are so emotional and spirited women, openly displaying their love and hatred, as gorgeous as roses but carefree. Their beauty carries a hint of worldly charm, and their passion carries resilience. "Their roots resemble roses, beautifully blooming outside the thorns. High fragrance among the clusters, red petals fall and moss grows. Often watched by idle people, butterflies come on sunny days. Blooming before peonies, they fade into the dust." Green gathers injuries, red falls heartbreakingly! If you love her, respect her, give her freedom to breathe, let her bloom fully, grow densely, and burst with splendor.
"In May, the locust forest sways with jade-like flowers, the rich fragrance intoxicates thousands of homes. Where the spring water flows, the floating fragrance reaches all the way to the horizon." It's another May, and the scent of locust flowers can be smelled again. Another year of locust flowers fragrancing, the beloved one is unknown where. In this season of locust flowers fragrancing, thoughts return to that warm night... A woman like locust flowers, carrying a subtle fragrance, comforts and warms wanderers. "Locust flowers hang by the horse on the north street, I send you off slowly due to my illness. After we part in the autumn wind night, to whom shall I tell the new poems I write?" She is the most loyal woman, accompanying you through the noisy summer, making you feel like being in the spring breeze until autumn. Brushing the railing, locust flowers bloom for miles, clear and sweet entering poetry, dreaming in the槐安country, remembering locust flowers as they remember me. West wind blows away the east wind, peach blossoms fade and locust flowers bloom. Locust flowers are as gentle as water, they don't show their sharp edges, you must wait until your heart is calm to perceive their fragrance. The whole tree of locust flowers covers the eyes, the heavenly fragrance fills the air, it can also be so strong in daily life. Is there such a woman who enters your dreams? Making your life subtly fragrant?
Love May, flowers bloom, with fragrance. Women are like flowers, in May approaching summer, skirts fluttering, blooming like flowers. Flowers surpass beauties because of their fragrance. Women surpass flowers because they understand speech. Be a flower that understands speech, recognized by fragrance, there will always be patient men who understand your nature and come seeking you by fragrance, like Cui Hu, who comes back as an official to seek the woman like peach blossoms; like the lilac, tied up with eternal sorrow because they did not end up together... Do not leave regrets, rather learn from the rose, bloom freely.