The Three Regrets of Life: The Scentless Crabapple
During my midday respite, I sauntered from Gushan to Quyuan Fenghe.
Along the path, crabapple blossoms unfolded in their splendor.
As I ambled and admired the flowers, I came to understand what Zhang Ailing had written:
Life is beset by three regrets:
The shad's many bones, the crabapple's lack of scent, and the unfinished Dream of the Red Chamber.
