The peonies in Hecheng Garden always have a deep scar,
That is the thrilling scar left by the first dawn,
That was the first kiss God gave to this rose-scented soul's beloved.
She is the spiritual soil that grows in the morning light and blooms in the cold moon in the dark night.
She is the sweetheart who is singled out for the fall of the poetic soul in the kingdom of Nianxiang.
She would rather die with lonely Wen in the lonely inkstone,
She would rather be forgotten in the vicissitudes and gentle corner of the turbid waves,
I would rather let the blood from the wound embellish the crimson color of life.
She doesn’t want to hide in the dusty dirt and be stained with the shame of filth, nor does she want to grow up on the lush roadside and be molested by passers-by.
After all, tears cannot flow through the passing of cold and summer,
Finally, blood cannot flow through spring, summer, autumn and winter,
The peony falls gently like a withered tree on a magnificent branch. The feathers also dropped the color of dust on her poetic holiness.
When the brightness of the past quietly receded in the soil,
The fragrant soul of the rose quietly closed the spring of the poetic soul,
Gently caressed With that noble scar that is incomparable to Qunfang,
obtains the elf’s eternal life in the poet’s soul.
Article/September 9, 2014 Chengcheng Yu Hechengxuan
Remembering the sunset on the roadside, the illusion of southern peonies and the final thoughts