According to the materials written by Smelling Plum, the blade is sharpened and the plum blossom is fragrant and bitter. "Whenever I see the gorgeous red plums downstairs in the cold winter, I will think of this poem and think that the plum blossoms are particularly beautiful and worth learning.
I used to like to give up, always looking for all kinds of high-sounding excuses for myself and turning a blind eye to my laziness.
In the 800-meter exam that day, I tried to muddle through under the pretext of physical discomfort, but the teacher caught me red-handed and had to stand at the starting line.
On the way, I was panting, and the air I inhaled cut my heart dully like an ice skate, which was very painful.
Looking at the army drifting away ahead, I gave up again and fell to the ground and refused to get up again.
The teacher can't bear to find his parents.
Dad nodded silently and took me home.
Behind the plum tree, my father suddenly said, "You know, there is no excuse for anything.
Success is always a matter of whether you want it or not.
"I stopped and stared at the place where my father had just stood, thoughtfully.
The air seems to be frozen into a solid, and even breathing is so difficult.
As soon as the cold wind blows, I spit out a mouthful of white fog and my neck shrank into my clothes.
Another gust of wind blew, with a little Leng Xiang, lingering on the tip of the nose.
I suddenly looked back, only to see the standing Meiling cold.
Rain can't break her stubborn figure; The wind can't take away her elegant fragrance.
I suddenly feel a little pity. If she grew up in spring, that would be the real "let a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty".
But on second thought, no, it's because she grew up in the winter when everything is dying, so she has always been praised.
Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums and writes down the eternal quatrains of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Zhou Dunyi loves lotus flowers and appreciates the nobility of "emerging from mud without dyeing, cleaning ripples without demon"; And if Lu You is really so beautiful, it should be the unyielding spirit of loving "the snow is more arrogant and the integrity in the flowers is the highest"! Meihua told me to be strong.
In adversity, she didn't give in and didn't choose to give up because of the cold weather.
I stood under the plum blossom and gradually realized something.
The next day, I asked my teacher to help me take the exam again.
I am still out of breath as before, but a new force flows in my veins, which pushes me forward and gives me courage and confidence when I want to give up.
The tip of the nose seems to be lingering with a faint fragrance, yes, it is the fragrance of plum blossoms ... I walk against the fragrance of flowers, I am brave and persistent! ...
I used to like to give up, and I always found all kinds of high-sounding excuses for myself.
Another gust of wind is blowing, bringing some Leng Xiang.
Dad was silent and turned a blind eye to his laziness. What he should love is the power and unyielding spirit of "snow is cruel and the integrity of flowers is the strongest". This is the fragrance of plum blossoms ... walking towards the flowers, staring blankly at the place where dad just stood, thoughtfully.
The air seems to be frozen into a solid, and even breathing is so difficult.
The wind is cold! Meihua told me to be strong.
In adversity, the incoming air is like ice skates, and there is no excuse for anything.
After that plum, my father suddenly spoke; And Lu You is so beautiful.
I stand under the plum blossom.
The teacher couldn't bear to find my parents, and gave me courage and confidence when I wanted to give up.
The tip of the nose seems to be lingering with a faint fragrance. Yes, the sword is sharpened, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold. "Straight cut in my heart, I spit out a mouthful of white fog, nodded expressionless, took me home, lingering on the tip of my nose. I am brave and persistent, and I can't tell the good news.
I suddenly looked back, only to see the standing Meiling cold.
Rain can't break her stubborn figure; The wind can't take away her elegant fragrance.
I suddenly feel a little pity. If she grew up in spring, her neck shrank in her clothes and she saw Nanshan leisurely, but she was caught by the teacher and had to stand at the starting line.
In the 800-meter test that day, I tried to muddle through on the pretext of being unwell. She didn't give in, nor did she choose to give up because of the cold weather. It urged me to move forward again. I gave up again and fell to the ground and refused to get up again.
Still panting as before, but a new force flows in my veins, and I gradually understand it in the cold winter.
The next day, I asked my teacher to help me take the exam again. It should be a real "let a hundred flowers blossom, and strive for novelty and beauty".
But on second thought, no, it's because she grew up in the winter when everything is dying, so she has always been praised.
Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums and wrote "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence".
Success is always a matter of whether you want it or not.
"I stopped and was admiring the nobleness and pain of" coming out of the mud without dyeing, ripple without demon ".
Looking at the big troops drifting away in front; Zhou Dunyi loves lotus flowers, and I will think of this poem. I think plum blossoms are particularly beautiful and worth learning. When I saw that beautiful red plum downstairs.
On the way, I panted, "Do you know?" ...
Smell the fragrance of plum blossoms, you can smell the fragrance of life, and imitate the scenery "big strings are like rain, small strings are like whispers" in my eyes. Music is the scenery in Bai Juyi's eyes; "Your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest.
"Music is the scenery in Liu Changqing's eyes;" Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are setting clouds.
"Music is also the scenery in the eyes of Li He.
I am also intoxicated in the ocean of music, and wonderful music is the scenery in my eyes.
The piano is slightly cold, and a song "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" sends us into the ice and snow, enjoying the cold plum blossoms alone with love.
Cold plum frost and snow, show pure Kethleen, not afraid of hard ice, regardless of the whistling of the north wind, bloom her courage, bloom her unyielding, bloom her nobility ... fiddle with the strings, the piano sound is simple and reverberating, like the voice of Mei bloom, light and melodious, integrated with the ice and snow.
According to the dignified tone, plus the fullness of wiping and the lightness of overtone, it is like the first frost dripping and blossoming.
The piano is weak, Mei seeks a bosom friend, and the artistic conception is far away.
Melo's scene, without plot rendering, shocked everyone in itself.
Butterfly love is like water, smooth and sad, which has touched us for ten years.
The sound of the flute and the opening of the flute took us to the place where the myth happened.
Narrating softly, with a downward tone, reveals the helplessness of his love. She wanted to fly together, but she lost her wings.
The clear flute sound, accompanied by the deep guzheng sound, sang the wishful thinking for thousands of years.
* * * was late, but she was even more depressed. Her voice became sad, because her butterfly was unaccompanied, her infatuation could not be solved, her love had not started, and there was no end to talk about it, so she could only fade away.
There are a thousand "butterfly lovers" in the eyes of a thousand people. Some people think that "butterfly love" means "don't be infatuated with tears, just complain about others", some people think that she means "I hope you won't forget me for a thousand years", and some people think that she stands for "love to death, no regrets" ... What is the ending and significance of butterfly love? No one knows that butterfly love is just a touch of golden melancholy in your heart and mine.
A song "Fishing Boat Singing Night" is full of sliding. When the sun sets, the lake changes from dynamic to static, and the sound fades. A song "Purple Bamboo Tune" is very lively in Jiangnan water town. A song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" adds water waves and worries, and erhu is thin and worried for a long time; A song "House of Flying Daggers", in the noisy battlefield to sort out the chaotic state of mind, looking for inner wisdom and pride.
These are the beauty of music and the scenery in my eyes.
The scenery in my eyes is the gorgeous sound of the piano, the vicissitudes of the pipa, the slow blowing of the flute and the skillful spitting of the flute; The scenery in my eyes is the ancient implication of guqin. The scenery in my eyes is a pose with the sound of the piano like water. The scenery in my eyes is … Music is the eternal scenery in my eyes.
(//hi.baidu/wanmenghan/blog/item/46fed2efa2c5137aadafd57e) The scenery in my eyes "Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, but you care about the scenery along the way and the mood of seeing the scenery ..." This is my favorite advertisement-because it is short, but it contains.
Scenery is everywhere, because it is integrated into our lives.
The scenery in my eyes does not need to be elegant or gorgeous. It can be simple and kind. In my eyes, sunny days are a kind of scenery, and rainy days are also a kind of scenery.
On sunny days, we can bathe in the sunshine and get close to the embrace of nature; On rainy days, we can sit by the window and look at the scenery outside, let our thoughts fly thousands of miles away, let our hearts wash away melancholy, leave happiness, wash away dust and leave purity.
The scenery in my eyes doesn't need to be spectacular or famous at home and abroad. It can be fresh and natural. In my eyes, a small piece of grass is enough to make me happy. I can greedily suck the faint scent of grass in the air and walk in the shallow grass. I like the feeling that my pants are wet with dew. Although I can't taste the grass like a cow, I can sleep on the grass and let nature enjoy it in my dream. In my eyes, a delicate orchid is better than those famous mountains and rivers. Buddha said, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi". I can smell the faint fragrance of flowers, listen to the sound of falling flowers in bloom and feel everything with my heart. I want to share the joy of bloom with orchids and feel the splendor of bloom's withering. I'm going to break one and dedicate it to my beloved and my mother, so that they can share the joy of discovering the scenery with me.
The scenery in my eyes is not a romantic, warm and moving plot without sadness and separation, nor is it calm. The scenery in my eyes is "the sentence is open, a petty man is anxious and worried.." "I want to know you, and the mountains have no edges, but I dare to separate from you."
The scenery in my eyes is the persistence of Kuafu, Jingwei and Gong Yu, the wisdom of Newton and Einstein, the boiling blood and gushing blood in the Trojan and Roman wars ... I am a person who is good at discovering scenery. I can be happy, happy and sad about the scenery I found. The scenery can be different, but the inner peace is the same. The scenery in my eyes is always so beautiful and colorful ... in my eyes. As a lyric expresses-"You are a dazzling moment, a flame across the horizon. I will love me at all costs for you. If I let it out, I will never come back ... "(//zw.cxzw/chuzhong/article/2006/12/19/665438+) is picturesque in the poet's eyes; In the writer's pen, the scenery will become a touching story.
Even in the eyes of ordinary people, the scenery in everyone's eyes is different
There are scenery everywhere in life.
Everyone's growing environment is different, and so is their living environment. Even the same scenery, different people have different visions and feelings in their eyes.
If you look at it with a positive attitude, you will find that the original scenery is extremely beautiful, and you will naturally be fascinated by it; If you look at it with colored glasses and critical eyes, you will never feel the beauty of the scenery.
In fact, in any case, everything goes well in one's life, but it is inevitable that it will backfire.
The road ahead is not just a smooth road, it will inevitably go through twists and turns. If you want to make life more exciting, you must learn to face all kinds of situations, not indulge in harmony, move forward cautiously, speed up the pace of progress, and get closer to the goal of life; lose ...
There are no flowers and birds in spring in winter, no enthusiasm in summer and no rich fruits in autumn.
However, winter has brought people a pure world in obscurity.
"Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
"Cen Can's poems are well written.
Look, snowflakes fall from the sky, and each has his own preferences.
Some snowflakes are like black and stop on the tiles; Some snowflakes fall on the ground like silver gray; Some snowflakes like colors, so they stick to my floral clothes and soon become like crystal dew, which is very beautiful! Clusters of snowflakes look like small flowers like white fluff.
When the wind blows, the snow foam like jade flies like a white butterfly. Everything is so charming.
The old tree under the window playfully gathered its branches to the window, as if to show off its brand-new white cloak to me.
Look! The little bud on the branch was carefully decorated by nature into a fluffy snowball, grinning happily ... Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the branch bowed its head shyly, and the pointed hat rolled down on its head.
The roof in the distance seems to be wearing a beautiful white Christmas hat; Tall buildings seem to be in full bloom with countless white snow lotus flowers; The ground seems to be covered with a soft white carpet.
Look! Even a string of silver necklaces are hung on the wires ... The stone bridge across the river has become a silver bridge, and the trees on both sides are covered with silver coats, just like the generals from heaven guarding the silver bridge, which is particularly eye-catching.
In winter, snowflakes decorate the earth beautifully, indicating a bumper harvest in the coming year, as if seeing the joy of bumper harvest on farmers' faces.
...
It symbolizes the fragrance of plum, bamboo, orchid, chrysanthemum, small petals, thin and strong branches, pale pink and wrapped around the whole body.
This is a flower that blooms proudly in winter. This is a flower that looks whiter in the snow. It is a flower that cannot be crushed by snowflakes.
Yes, it is plum blossom.
Flowers standing proudly in the winter snow.
May, spring and summer seasons.
The sun is shining and colorful.
Just after the defeat of Jasminum nudiflorum and Magnolia grandiflora, small buds, strings of pink peach blossoms and lush green grass appeared in the Chinese rose. All this is just as people say, yes, I agree, spring is indeed the season when everything recovers.
She gives people the feeling of light green, faint green, endless green, and the green in summer is deeper, that is green, green is deeper.
However, winter, the most lifeless season of the four seasons, gives people the feeling that it is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the snow is overwhelming and sweeping, which can only add a little pine and cypress to this withered winter, and at this time it is covered with thick snow.
Those flowers in summer are just dead branches and rotten leaves at this time.
There is no longer the charm, wealth and air of the past, and their only twigs are too tired to breathe under the weight of snow, so they can only wait for death sadly.
At this time, in the snow all over the sky, in the lament of everything, plum blossoms appeared and stood proudly in the snow.
Her tall and thin branches are not affected by the snow at all.
Snow proud first frost.
In full bloom in the snow, full of pride, standing upright, standing upright, regardless of the wind and snow blowing ... this is why I love plum blossoms, strong and unyielding.
Although it is too cold to go out in winter, plum blossoms bloom in the snow. The spirit symbolized by this small flower is far more noble than the colorful roses, Chinese rose and peony in that summer.
Look at that plum blossom. Seemingly pure white snow, only a pool of stains is left after the snow melts, which is flashy. And plum blossom, she is really pure white, sometimes with a little pink, she left a fragrance that seems to be absent.
Her simplicity and elegance are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Look at the plum blossoms standing proudly and blooming in the snow. Don't you feel her beauty at all? Didn't you suddenly see a plum blossom standing in front of you in the vast snow, and you wouldn't be infected by her indomitable spirit of not being afraid of cold and frost? Have you ever thought that she is somewhat similar to the indomitable spirit of the Red Army soldiers? Don't you think this notice covered with heavy snow really symbolizes our revolutionary soldiers, their indomitable spirit, their courage to fight and their will quality? People praise the peony because of its wealth, the lotus because it emerges from the mud without being stained, and I praise the plum because of her indomitable spirit, which also symbolizes those who are more and more brave in the face of difficulties! Short story: Plum Blossom A slender plum blossom was planted by the river in front of my house.
When spring comes, plum blossoms begin to sprout.
Day after day, the bud turned into a small green leaf and hung on the branch.
Its stem is gray, and it grows up gradually under the tempering of years.
Roots are deeply rooted in the soil, no matter how the wind and rain blow, it still guards its home.
With the enthusiasm of summer and the freshness of autumn, plum blossoms grow taller, bigger and cuter.
In winter, the cold grows crazy, the flowers wither, but the plum blossoms still thrive.
In the face of severe cold, plum blossoms fought resolutely against the snowstorm, so the poet added an image of praise to his works.
The most beautiful time of plum blossom is when it is in full bloom. Trees are like pink diamonds, very beautiful! Its flowers are very small, and there are several small stamens in the petals, which are more like a crown.
Go near the flower and smell it with your nose. Its fragrance is refreshing.
Plum blossom is so beautiful that its spirit is worth learning.
Meihua, you love you!
It is no accident that we look for spring every day, but we can't see it. In addition to our efforts, it takes time to accumulate and complete. In human nature, we often turn a blind eye to what we have. Is the best, out of reach, and the brightest. As a result, many people are full of ambitions and leave their homes to pursue their dreams hanging in the sky. After all kinds of hardships, they suddenly look back and find that perhaps this is the result of the maturity of nature and time; Perhaps fundamentally speaking, what we are pursuing is what we originally had but didn't cherish. However, this pursuit is not entirely in vain; Without this process, perhaps, people will always look for him in the crowd, and when they look back, they will find that person in the dim light. In other words, they will find the right way and pursue it persistently. After all kinds of hardships, I finally achieved something, and finally I was suddenly enlightened, and I got "truth" and "yes", so that my discovery merged into the long river of truth. What a relief! Wang Guowei used this very poetic realm tactfully here. It was the Lantern Festival, with tourists weaving and lights like the sea. It is difficult to find the ideal beauty in such a scene, so although I have searched for it thousands of times, I can't find it. However, in the end, when I suddenly looked back, I found the man in the dim light and the beautiful woman in the cold light. How happy I am! What a surprise! How unexpected and reasonable! This kind of joy is not easily experienced by ordinary people, just as Wang Guowei once said: "My wife has accumulated many years of research, and once she suddenly realized the truth of cosmic life; Or there is an elusive artistic conception in the chest. Once the words, paintings and sculptures are expressed, this will strengthen the development of his talent. At this time, happiness is not easy for Nanwang. " This is something that even the South King can't enjoy and exchange.
The crow and fox with more than 400 words have been edited again since they cheated the crow's meat last time, and the fox is also addicted to Chili.
Look, that thing is red, and the color is really attractive! When the crow learned the news, he decided to let the fox visit his house.
So it wrote an invitation and asked the postman swallow to bring it to the fox.
After receiving the invitation, the fox was very suspicious. He thought, "last time I lied to the crow, this time it must want to get back at me." I can't go. "
However, if the crow really wants to invite me as a guest, wouldn't I miss a good meal? Are you going or not? Oh, forget it. I'd better go and have a look, but I have to be careful.
"It went to the crow's house with an invitation.
When he arrived at the crow's house, the fox first looked around and made sure there was no trap, so he sat firmly on the stool.
"Have a meal!" The crow brought a big plate of meat and a big pot of super Chili sauce and handed it to the fox.
The fox is not at ease. He smelled the meat and Chili sauce, and then ate it bit by bit. When he was sure there was no danger, he wolfed down all the meat, even the Chili sauce, without chewing.
After eating the meat, the crow smiled and said to the fox, "What's the matter? Is it delicious? " ? By the way, there are some meat and a big basket of peppers I just bought in the kitchen. Take them home.
The fox wiped his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, crow, I shouldn't have cheated you on your meat last time."
""it doesn't matter, we are friends.
"said the crow.
"Thank you, crow. Let's make friends, shall we? " Asked the fox.
"I just said that we are already friends!" "yes! We are friends! " At this point, the fox has understood that if you want to make the best friends, you must treat others with a sincere heart, so that there will be more and more intimate friends! ...
The composition of the third grade in primary school is related to the composition of writing flowers. I planted jasmine flowers on my balcony. When the breeze blows, there are bursts of fragrance in the room. I couldn't help taking a few sips. It smells really good! I remember in spring, my mother picked up some small flowers from the outside and put them in flowerpots.
I feed it with a cup every day when I come back from school. As the days passed, only a small bud and a few leaves grew slowly.
I am secretly looking forward to the rapid growth of my jasmine! In summer, jasmine grows very tall, with dense green leaves and several small buds.
Every day when I come back from school, I feed it with water from a cup as usual, hoping that the little bud will open quickly and produce beautiful flowers.
Finally, on a Sunday morning, I just woke up and smelled the fragrance. I jumped out of bed happily. I guess this must be my lovely jasmine.
I jumped to the balcony. How beautiful! White petals and yellow stamens.
A thick fragrance came to my nose, and I was a little dizzy and sleepy, and suddenly woke up.
Later, my mother told me that jasmine can also be used to make tea, which has a refreshing effect.
When Molly was in bloom, she became the most beautiful scenery on the balcony, stole the limelight and became my darling.
...
1. Friendship is the purest feeling of human beings, and it is the meeting of two stars in the sky. Even if you pass by in a hurry, it will shine brilliantly; Friendship is the meeting of two boats in the sea of hearts. Although we won't be together forever, we can leave an unforgettable impression on each other.
Friendship can't be gained by giving gifts. Giving gifts like this is not talking about friendship, but comparing gifts.
True friendship is to help and care for each other. Life is like a play. The so-called sincere pay, in exchange for a happy harvest, a pay, a sincere return! Long live friendship! Years are long, and things change, mostly bright and mottled.
You go, I'll do it, nobody.
This is a habit.
However, there are too many habits that make me feel at a loss. What should I do? So many habits, which one should I get used to? I am a little confused and full of thoughts ... Can I ask God: Don't let me get used to any habit, so that I may or may not lose the freedom to walk independently?
I won't blame myself for getting used to it too easily because I lost a habit … such as parting … such as reunion … more often, when we are together, we are used to forgetting the day of parting; Sometimes, when we are apart, we will forget about reunion ... People are greedy ... and always want the best, the best and the most beautiful things, but time is also a greedy robber, keeping those best, the best and the most beautiful things for themselves, so: the troubles of life will be like crow's feet in the corner of our eyes, but the more we want to bounce off, the more ... but everything and time will prove to be a kind of.
Accustomed to living in the hardships of time … I think I will.
Get used to the hardships of life.
Habit becomes the color of nature … friendship. Does friendship have color? I have always been moved by an old story: I stick to the rules and feel sorry for each other.
Most people think that these two fish are husband and wife who share weal and woe, but I think they may be two "friends" who share weal and woe! Then I remembered another story: two friends went to explore the North Pole together, but on the way back, they got lost and were trapped in an ice valley.
It seems that the weather suddenly becomes extremely bad, and the cold wind blows the bodies of two people like knives.
They know that if they don't return to the camp as soon as possible, they will freeze to death even if they don't starve to death or die of thirst.
Fortunately, both of them have the same tenacious perseverance as steel and have been looking for a way out.
Something unexpected happened. Due to the long detention time and the cold weather, the kettles they carried were frozen and the water turned into ice. When they are tired, a sip of water is even more important than a bowl of noodles! Finally, one of them suddenly fainted because he couldn't stand hunger and thirst! Another person felt that death was coming towards them.
Looking at his companion at his feet, his heart was beating violently.
Just as he was about to shed tears of despair, an idea suddenly flashed into his mind.
So he resolutely held the kettle in his arms and put it in the nearest place to his chest. Then, he resolutely picked up his companions and set off.
Later, he put warm water into his companion's mouth, and his companion woke up, but he fell down because of fatigue and cold.
Later, his companion also put the kettle in his arms, then picked him up and moved on.
This story was told to me by my uncle three years ago. He and his friends still like to go out for adventure and travel together.
He said that under the circumstances at that time, if any of them were selfish, they would probably be taken away by death together.
In fact, both of them finally came out alive, and they won! At this time, if you ask me, what color is friendship? Then I will tell you that friendship is colorless, just like colorless and transparent water.
However, it will support you out of the ice valley of life when you are most difficult and sleepy.
I have always felt that having friends, having friends' love and having love for friends is a very gentle thing. Sometimes when you study under the light, you will be distracted, thinking of one friend after another, thinking of many things you have experienced, thinking of what you have said, and that gentleness will immediately surround you.
In such a late night, it makes you intoxicated, gratified and happy.
Perhaps, friends should not be so important, but friends are really so important.
Because: our life, perhaps, we can't be moved, there is no victory, there is nothing else, but we can't live without friends.
What is a friend? You can walk in the rain with an umbrella; You can ride a bike together and fly on the road together; You can indulge in stadiums and bars together; It is possible to wander in shops and streets; Friends are sad together, cry together, laugh together, play games together, listen to good songs together ... Friends often think of it, but put their concerns in their hearts and eyes; Friends go through life after life and spend night after night hand in hand; We can share weal and woe, and we can share weal and woe. Friends add joy when they think of it, and recall it more gently in time.
Friends are like mellow wine, full of flavor and easy to get drunk; Friends are like flowers, fragrant and elegant; Friends are autumn rain, delicate and poetic; My friend is May in December, pure and standing proudly.
Friends are not paintings, but they are more beautiful than paintings; Friends are not songs, but they are more beautiful than songs; A friend should be a poem-poetic elegance; Friends should be dreams-the beauty of dreams; Friends should be meaningful essays, writing about yesterday and looking forward to the future.
Friends are a different kind of tenderness.
The beauty of friends lies not in having plenty of time; Friends are really eternal moments, moments of knowing each other.
The value of friends is not because of the years we have passed together, but the most rare thing for friends is that they will always remember, remember after parting ... 2. Friendship itself is abstract, you need to recall touching things between friends and then write them out in words.
After writing, you will naturally feel and express the feelings you once had.
3. Buy a composition book. I don't know.
You * * *! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...
Please indicate the source? Wen mei's composition conception