Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to 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.
This is a poem written by Yongmei to Lu You, which is actually Lu You's own poem. The first part describes the experience of plum blossom: it takes root outside the desolate postal kiosk, next to the broken bridge. Posthouse is a place where people who delivered official documents and traveled in ancient times rested. Coupled with the ups and downs at dusk, how desolate and desolate this environment is! The experience of writing plum blossoms is also the political experience of the author being excluded from writing. The next article is about the character of plum blossom: a hundred flowers are blooming, but I have no intention of competing with them for spring. Even if it fades and falls, I still keep that fragrance.