It blooms in the ever-burning lamp in the temple all year round, accompanied by Song Bailv fir, year after year. The leaves are thick, angular and very tough, and the flowers bloom to the depths, and the flowers droop slightly, like a piece of red on the head of a crane. I watched silently for a long time in the yard, having a party with the abbot in the temple, and I was very shy when I saw my husband's poor life. Bloom in the snow until someone expects me to blossom, but who will come to see it next year?
My personal understanding