The inked branches resemble the slender bones of a literati figure, their vigorous strokes reaching deep into the painting to draw forth a profusion of blossoms like clouds ablaze. The reds burn with the passion of poetic verses, the yellows shine like the first bloom of a radiant smile, while shades of blue and violet wash across the background like a mysterious dream. The colors splash like stardust falling from the sky—each patch of pigment echoing the exuberant songs of spring from the treetops. Entwined blossoms and shadows of branches compose a grand floral spectacle, eternal and unfading.