Marigold Flower Bed
A certain year ago, I went to a place where I saw the Marigold Flower Bed. The flowers were flourishing and blooming, as bright as flowing gold. The flowers stood side by side, innumerable, swaying in the wind, with a graceful posture, just like the ground of broken gold, shining.
Around the field, green branches are hedges, with thin grass mixed between them, tender green and golden yellow, adding a little more elegance. The breeze blows, the flowers are surging, and the fragrance is dark, refreshing.
Thinking back to the past, this place may have been a barren hill, and later it was reclaimed by farmers and sown marigold seeds, so there is today's scenery. Farmers, with diligence as Lei, with sweat as forest, nourish this flower field, and only then will the flowers bloom and bloom.
Yu stood in the middle, fascinated, and the troubles of the world were scattered with the fragrance of the flowers. It is a blessing to feel the wonders of nature and the greatness of human power to create this beautiful environment. So I remember it, and I remember Sijing.
