The inked branches, like the slender bones of a refined scholar, reach into the painting with vigorous strokes, drawing forth a profusion of blossoms as radiant as drifting clouds. Crimson burns like fiery lines of poetry, yellow gleams like the first bloom of a smile, while blue and violet melt into the background, forming a mysterious dreamscape. Colors spill like stardust falling from the sky—each blot of pigment echoing the exuberant songs of springtime branches. Entwined blooms and shadowy limbs weave together an eternal floral spectacle that will never fade.