read the poem carefully and try to describe your flower to gain the score.
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled
my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.