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“In antiquity when someone gripped by an obsession for flowers heard tale of a rare blossom, even if it were in a deep valley or in steep mountains, he would not be afraid of stumbling and would go searching for it… When a flower was about to bloom, he would move his pillow and mat and sleep alongside it to observe how the flower would evolve from budding to blooming to fading. Only after it lay withered on the ground would he take his leave… This is what is called genuine love of flowers; this is what is called genuine connoisseurship.”

Yuan Hongdao (1568-1610) – poet, essayist, flaneur

Leshan flowers, Sichuan

Leshan flowers, Sichuan

flaneur musings II teodor mitew

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