If you ask a calligrapher to write an inscription for this plum blossom picture handed down by my grandfather, what words do you want him to write?

Smell the plum blossoms, there is a breeze, and the four mountains are full of snow. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the highest integrity is in the flowers. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.

Fly before Chun Xue, because according to Fan Mei. A branch has gradually emerged, and six branches have been opened together. The light is too dense, and the flowers are really dark. The wind can't go, but it suddenly breaks. Qukong, Qiangdi self-mourning. Today, 20% of the songs have been sung, turning over the talents of the past.

Plum blossoms fell on the mountain tree and flew to the savage. What do barbarians have? A jar full of Yangchun wine. Bring wine to Chuntai and sing with plum blossoms. Drunk lying on the bright moon, sleepwalking on the roof.

When plum blossoms fall, the spring in Jiangnan is deep. Also traveled thousands of miles into the Vietnamese. Weak dry red makeup leans, fragrant. Since the court day, singing and dancing are fragrant.