The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han is blooming alone; I know it is not snow from afar, because of the faint fragrance, I can't see you when I turn around the mountain, leaving clouds in the sky above the snow where the horses are, where is my home in Qinling, the snow embraces the blue horse? Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed and left the original grass. They withered and flourished every year. Wild fires could not burn them out, but they bloomed again when the spring breeze blew.
The light rain on the street is as moist as butter, and the color of the grass looks far away but invisible