It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red. Smoke is light and rain is light. There is less fragrance and less dust in purple. Green grass grows in Xiekechitang. Hongmei grows old overnight. A new poem with a rotating title and ribbon. The ritual of rediscovering the willow tree. After the intense spring cold, several flowers came.
There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms. Don't be jealous of me, plum blossom. Plum blossoms and plum blossoms are not the same in full bloom, because since winter, plum blossoms still have traces of frost and snow. Although it is plum blossom, it is not very red.
Hongmei spirit
Hold a long pole, rock a gondola, and try to find a place to rest for your soul; Invite a bright moon, accompanied by a breeze, to follow the ethereal call of distant mountains and enter the literary platform of Hongmei poetry culture media. Classics lead the way, poetry is the companion.
In the sea of red plum poetry culture, you will be delighted to find that those cold words have never been so vivid and interesting. Those classic chapters, every word and sentence are like pearls, touching the heartstrings. Read "New Green Dyed Branches, Plum Blossoms Fragrant" to know that spring comes early, read "Crystal Curtains Moving in the Breeze, Roses in a Courtyard Full of Fragrance" and read "Red leaves and moss are unbearable, cool and rainy" to know that autumn is gone.
Read "plum blossom fragrance in cold winter, beauty in red in frozen days" and realize the depth of winter. Oh! The most beautiful time is always to keep a window quiet, take poetry as a companion, and make the words fragrant. Dear teachers and readers, let's pick a breeze and a bright moon, plant a Chun Xue, and make the countryside in our hearts full of transparency and happiness.