Gesanghua, which is desolate step by step, does not refuse drought and cold, and always welcomes the falling of the first snowflake every year with its thin body. Few people know that it lives proudly.
-Yuan Xi, "She is lingering with the night"
In his mind, he finally has joy. He saw the Gesang flowers in full bloom on the grassland. The pink flowers were blooming wantonly and seriously, and the whole grass was drunk.
-Ding Limei's "The Day when Gesang Flowers Bloom"
3. I am the oak tree in the north, and you are the Gesanghua in Tibet. You bloom in the time and space that I can't see, and I miss you and stand sadly in the middle of the month.
You are burdened with the glitz of this world, followed by the sadness of the past. He won your favor with his recent colorful success, but only Gesanghua witnessed his cowardice and uniqueness, and you may be on his roadside again.
He is just a child in a remote corner of the world, a poor door. Because of samsara, he obeyed the migration of fate. If possible, he would rather graze and write poems with his beloved girl in a village full of Gesang flowers, depend on cattle, sheep and white clouds, and talk to grass beach streams. In this way, you don't have to accept the worship of all beings and stay away from glory.
-Bai Luomei's "Reunion in the deepest part of the world of mortals: a biography of Cangyang Jiacuo's poems"