Chinese roses are hailed as the queen of flowers, fully displaying a unique beauty.

Green thorns hold a misty depth, red buds open month by month.

Morning blossoms rise from the winding pond, evening buds press upon the fragrant terrace.

They can rival the chrysanthemum before the frost, and still welcome the plum in the snow.

Singing on the spring shore, how many times have I been drunk on the golden cup.

Though the peony is fine, it blooms only for spring dawn, while the Chinese rose, queen of flowers, claims all four seasons of spring in a single year.

2018 | Summer

A riot of colors, dazzling to the eye. White as snow, yellow as gold, pink as rosy clouds, red as fire. The spreading petals seem to smile in greeting, while the half-open buds are like shy little girls, giving off waves of delicate fragrance that leave one enchanted.

I love her flowers because of their bewitching beauty. I love her fragrance because it refreshes the heart. I love her green leaves because they stay evergreen forever.