From
苏轼's quatrain 《
海棠》, 'Crabapple', written during his exile at Huangzhou:
只恐夜深花睡去，
故烧高烛照红妆, 'only afraid that late at night the flowers will fall asleep, I burn tall candles to light their red faces'. The flowers are treated like a beauty he cannot bear to stop looking at.
