When leaving

It’s the time when sweet-scented osmanthus is charming

The stars of that night

Get drunk on the branches

Walk all the way to the entrance of the village

Scent chases the train

In the roar

Gradually dispersing

There is also the emaciated figure of my father

Mother did not follow

Left with Osmanthus fragrans

It’s the osmanthus wine brewed by my mother

Strong and fragrant

Easy to get hooked

It’s another year when the sweet osmanthus is fragrant

I use the smell of memory

Awakening the old wine in the cellar

A pot full of flowers

A pot of colorful fallen leaves

(Zhang Zongyong of Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company)