"I am a grass. I want to grind the leaves into embroidery needles to embroider the morning glow, show the splendor of the sunset and make the world full of the fragrance of love "-Bing Xin's Grass"
"She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation"-Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
"The gentleness of bowing your head is the gentlest, like the shyness of a hibiscus out of water" —— Xu Zhimo's Poem Anna La
I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.
"Push open the small window of time, Sophora japonica, and touch with me" —— Sophora japonica in May by Luo Lang