I picked some plum blossoms and enjoyed them quietly at home at noon. Plum blossom is really beautiful, but I know it won't last long, because even the flowers on the tree will wither one day, not to mention the flowers I picked. I actually want to learn from Lin Daiyu to bury flowers, but that may be a bit too sad.
Plum blossom is elegant and noble, and I want to give it a special beauty. I scattered petals from the balcony one by one, because it was on the fifth floor. Under the sun and breeze, the petals fluttered and scattered, rotating back and forth in the air and falling slowly. This is a magnificent and desolate feeling.
I think of the patriotic poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, who never married, took Mei's wife as his companion, and sang the elegant and noble image and charm of plum blossom in the Song Dynasty with the poem of sparse shadows, clear water and light fragrance floating in the moonlight dusk.
I think every flower, like people, some quietly blooms in a corner, slowly withers, and some die at a beautiful time.