A group of white egrets flew across the blue sky. Having money does not necessarily mean having a good life. This video contains pictures of egrets from the internet and was created by Judy Shen on February 21, 2010.
The document is a poem about plum blossoms taken in January 2010. It expresses love for the intoxicating fragrance of the plum grove and weathered old tree trunks. Under the sun, each little flower brings boundless reverie. The deep grooves in the bark store cherished dreams, and the dew on the petals represents a tearful smile. The motley, twisting branches of the trees remind the poet of chapters from their life that have persevered through hard times, leaving only good feelings.
The document is a poem about plum blossoms taken in January 2010. It expresses love for the intoxicating fragrance of the plum grove and weathered old tree trunks. Under the sun, each little flower brings boundless reverie. The deep grooves in the bark store cherished dreams, and the dew on the petals represents a tearful smile. The motley, twisting branches of the trees remind the poet of chapters from their life that have persevered through hard times, leaving only good feelings.
A group of white egrets flew across the blue sky. Having money does not necessarily mean having a good life. This video contains pictures of egrets from the internet and was created by Judy Shen on February 21, 2010.
The document is a poem about plum blossoms taken in January 2010. It expresses love for the intoxicating fragrance of the plum grove and weathered old tree trunks. Under the sun, each little flower brings boundless reverie. The deep grooves in the bark store cherished dreams, and the dew on the petals represents a tearful smile. The motley, twisting branches of the trees remind the poet of chapters from their life that have persevered through hard times, leaving only good feelings.
The document is a poem about plum blossoms taken in January 2010. It expresses love for the intoxicating fragrance of the plum grove and weathered old tree trunks. Under the sun, each little flower brings boundless reverie. The deep grooves in the bark store cherished dreams, and the dew on the petals represents a tearful smile. The motley, twisting branches of the trees remind the poet of chapters from their life that have persevered through hard times, leaving only good feelings.