The Flowers in Love with the Butterfly - Solitary Thoughts in the Spring Day By Wu Jisheng The flower shadows sway gently, gracing the spring with charm. Willow catkins float and fly, amid the misty fragrant grass. Leaning alone on the tall building, I think of the distant road. The setting sun descends, and the returning crows cross. Past events like smoke are hard to look back on. In dreams, the peach garden, where to find the ferry? The wind rolls up the red, with a bitter heart. The moonlight is like water, the feeling remains the same.