changming yuan

 

Genuine Confucian Gentility: Four Haiku

 

Orchid:

Deep in the valley

Alone on an obscure spot

You bloom none the less

 

Lotus:

From foul decayed silt

You shoot clean against the sun

Never pollutable

 

Mum:

Hanging on and on

Even when wishes wither

You keep flowering

 

Plum:

Your brave bold blood dropped

As though to melt all world’s snow

Before spring gathers

 

 

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