A Chinese classical style paintin The fragrance of lotus fades, the jade mat grows cool in autumn. Gently loosening her silk robe, she boards the orchid boat alone. Who sends a letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full over the western tower. Flowers drift and fall, water flows on. One kind of longing, two places of idle sorrow. This feeling cannot be dispelled; it just moves from my brow to my heart See more