Plum blossoms with snow fly onto the zither; spring hues and mist enter the wine. Countless pilgrims to the R…
Plum blossoms with snow fly onto the zither; spring hues and mist enter the wine.
Countless pilgrims to the Reclining Buddha Temple planted this stretch of plum ridge, which now stands gracefully.
Noblewomen often come here to stay and cultivate, treading snow in search of plums, lingering, reluctant to leave.