The Ancient Poems of Yongmei, a Small Operator

Buzoz Yongmei Mao Zedong

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

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Wind and rain send spring back here, and flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring. It's already the coldest time in the ice and snow, and beautiful plum blossoms are still blooming on the edge of the cliff.

Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they don't show off, just to report the arrival of spring to people. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will feel extremely gratified.

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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.

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There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.