Amid a trail of red dust the consort smiles; yellow-fleshed durian proves the rarer delicacy.
If this thorny fruit were grown in the Central Plains, it would rival lychee in pleasing beauties.
Its colour and fragrance emerge through a prickly skin, stirring apes to cry and birds to grieve.
Since mouths and tongues all share the same delight, why should only palace maids so often hold the towel?