A poem written by bloom for no one.

Chinese plum

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.

Buzo Yongmei

Author Lu You, Song Dynasty

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

I think these two songs are more in line with your artistic requirements.

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