Luojia whispers her autumn spell

But

Specks of pink and white creep up the branches.

In the autumn breeze that belongs to spring

One will confuse maturity with rebirth.

Once again the blossoms receive their audiences.

Rambling around Luojia Mountain

Sweet autumn sweat.

You murmur at the sultry air these days

For it dampens your spirit.

Take a deep breath, look up to the sky

Unexpectedly come across

Clusters of her softly blooming cherry blossoms.

You may take her petals to your heart

To console your battered, anxious soul.

Outside the teaching buildings

Meet the hustle and bustle of the crowds

The romantics all at once

stop what they are doing and

Lift their phones to welcome her back.

Now, everyone is recording

The same instant

And the same petal.

Though she isn't as sparkling as in spring

Though it is just a brief glimpse

Though autumn isn't part of her world

Her branches still turn twinkly,

Just to bring you a surprise.

She just stands distantly with a calm grace

Not glaring but exquisite.

Her scent is not thick but eternal.

In a subtle way

She goes deeply into our minds.

She hides in a deep yellowish green

So you stand against the setting sun

And pierce the gloom to chase her.

The swelter in November is pacified by her tenderness

So is your heart.

It is her, the cherry blossom that belongs to every WHUer

Who sets her whole heart on you

During her instant blooming.

She lies on the branches gracefully

whispering her autumn spell

Rewritten by: Wang Ziyan

Edited by: Cao Mi