Fangying Zhu

Anticipation渴望

AnticipationPicture this: a pair of determined legs, firmly grounded, reaching upward with unwavering focus. From this posture of hopeful expectancy, a magnificent lily, the Lilium Divinans, blooms in vibrant, joyful bursts of orange and yellow. These flowers aren't just blossoms; they are living vessels of captured hope. Its roots, instead of anchoring it to the past, transform into a strong, upward-reaching braid of dark hair, forming a resolute trunk.

“I rise as a lilyon the edge of lightThe stars feel closeclose enough to touchI reachagain and againBut the light burnsBefore I hold itI begin to break”