I like plums, and I like its faint fragrance.
"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains." The fragrance of plums is neither refreshing lotus fragrance nor intoxicating peony fragrance. Its fragrance, like a wisp of silk, is gentle and slow, mixed with water vapor below zero, and spreads quietly. There is no smell, only looming. Seduce your frozen red nose and tease your sense of smell. It seems that even bees and butterflies are not blessed to enjoy this faint fragrance.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Thank you for this cold winter, thank you for this cold snowflake, thank you for the strength of this plum blossom, let this fragrance accompany my pure winter.
I like Mei, and I like Mei's pure costume.
"Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports spring." Xue Mei, Han Mei, Chimonanthus praecox, Chun Mei and Hongmei. Whether it's white, red, sallow or pink, plums are pure. Look at the famous winter plum map. Fine embellishment, light whitewashing, no need to describe or portray. It grows as it pleases and follows the footsteps of the heart.
Sporadic plum blossoms and snow-white colors are not abrupt at all, but coordinate with each other and set off each other. The so-called "beauty in the dark" is probably like this. Not as beautiful as peony, not as beautiful as ink-and-wash Spring Festival couplets. Just a little light, that's the truth in my heart.
I like Mei, and I like Mei's sacred heart.
"When she was in bloom, she laughed in the bushes." Mei's seemingly arrogant stubbornness attracted me, and Mei's unyielding character encouraged me. Not afraid of the cold, loyal and unyielding, unknown, cautious and arbitrary. Mei's heart is holy, like snow lotus at the foot of an iceberg, but it is different from her. The preciousness of Saussurea involucrata is beyond Mei's pursuit. Of course, Mei has no desire to pursue preciousness. The sanctity of Snow Lotus is something that Mei can compete with. It seems that everyone is a little better.
Mei Xuan grew up in this world of ice and snow. She loves this winter as much as I do. Love this pure snow, love this snowy world, and love the charm that is different from any season and only belongs to winter.
I often think so. Is May lonely? Plum blossom in this cold winter, accompanied by snowflakes, it is not lonely, although it is "cold ling alone", but it did not take anything away. That's it. A person's life should be like this.
Even if you are arrogant or forced by the cold winter, you treat each other indifferently. I can always follow my own inner footsteps and go my own way. Where is the solitary branch or the frozen incense?
Cold plum branches, pride still exists.
Elegant and noble, the charm is still there.