Author: Zheng Xie
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.
Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Lu You's divination operator Yongmei
Broken bridge outside the post, no owner. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but every group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
The poem praising Mei's courage and perseverance in defying the cold is: Dusk alone, windy and rainy.
Mao Zedong's poems, not Yongmei.
Wind and rain send spring home,
Flying snow welcomes the spring.
It's already a cliff full of ice,
There are still beautiful flowers.
Joe doesn't fight for spring,
Only spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
She laughed in the bushes.