192 1 In the spring of last year, a friend sent a pot of orchids and took good care of them until autumn, so this poem was called Hope:
I came from the mountains and brought orchids.
Plant it in a small garden and hope it will bloom well.
Look at it three times a day and the flowers will pass.
No one is in a hurry to plant flowers.
Seeing autumn coming, moving flowers for home,
The spring breeze will come back next year, and I wish you a garden full of flowers.