小红

「等闲识得东风面，万紫千红总是春」

Easy it is to recognize the face of the east wind; all the purple and crimson blooming is spring

— Zhu Xi, 'Spring Day'

One can easily know the east wind has come — a myriad of blossoms in purple and crimson, and that is spring.

「落红不是无情物，化作春泥更护花」

Fallen blossoms are not heartless things; they turn to spring soil and nurture the flowers anew

— Gong Zizhen, 'Miscellaneous Poems of the Jihai Year'

Fallen petals are not devoid of feeling — they become spring soil to nourish the next bloom — the spirit of selfless devotion.