Who has an ancient poem describing the beauty of the soul? Thank you urgently

Boolean operator. ode to the plum blossom

(land travel)

The station was broken by the bridge, and it was lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy.

No intention to fight for spring, everyone is jealous, dust and mud are ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

Wanxian squandered 2014-12-01