Chapter 4 changeable rose

when she opens in the morning Red as blood. Luzhu dare not touch her Afraid of being burned by her. when she opens at noon Hard as coral. sun near glass To see her shine. when the bird is on the branch start singing when dusk hangs on Viola flowers on the sea She also became bright and white face like salt when night pluck the soft golden horn When the stars are turning, the wind blowing along the dark tracks Her leaves begin to fall (Translated by Zhao Zhenjiang)