Calligraphy with water shortage in carrying pot

This poem comes from the Internet and should be created by a modern calligrapher.

The cliff is towering into the sky, and the biting cold covers it.

Only when the cold king growled, it was difficult to find Di Qing's flowers.

I am glad to hear that the frozen flowers are still there, and I am glad to see that the plum blossoms are red.

When the snow melts and the frost melts all day, the pot will laugh at the spring breeze.