—— Yuan Mingben
Last night, the west wind broke the top of Qianlin, and the ferry rolled into the beach.
Lonely plum, wild bridge, a person lying in a cold corner, thin shadows and dark books and knocking at the window.
Last night, the west wind messed up the branches in the forest, and the boat parked at the ferry blew into the low-lying beach. A plum blossom picture of a small bridge hangs in a deserted corner, and the shadow of plum blossom is reflected on the book window.
Appreciation: This poem depicts Han Mei's vivid gesture of enduring the west wind and being in bud. Poetry is a metaphor for people, reminding people to stick to their moral integrity and keep their nature.