there is a sort of grumpy and being slightly unreasonable vibe in this one.

praising the osmanthus for its gold petals and jade leaves and comparing them to yanfu (who was a dude that lived about eight to nine hundred years before her time xD he was particularly praised for being modest, pure and very frank and lively) but then a quick turnaround here, calling them both too vivid, too bright (太鮮明). and then the mood plunges even further when she starts on the plum blossoms and lilacs lmao, then turns right around and accuses the osmanthus' fragrance pungency for waking her from her dreams of a place (or someone?) she misses. as if you can smell things in your sleep!