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.
Second, "Poetry of Lime"-Yu Qian in Ming Dynasty
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
Third, the beauty of ink in Yuan Dynasty-Wang Mian
The first tree in my home, West Wild Goose Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Fourth, "Untitled"-Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Five, "Bamboo Stone"-Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
A thousand blows are still strong, and the wind is southeast and northwest.
Sixth, Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems-Gong Zizhen in Qing Dynasty
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.