"The secluded steps in the mountains are amazing, and it is already late at night at dusk. A plum blossoms a flower, which is annoying at the highest branch. "
I accidentally read Yang Wanli's "Exploring Plums" and suddenly had the idea of going to Xun Mei in the snow. I imagine myself walking alone in the quiet valley after the snow, walking on the snow-covered stone steps, walking all over the top of the mountain, and crossing the mountains and rivers, just to persistently find that piece of plum. No matter how cold and frosty it is, every time the wind dances and the snow drifts, she will be graceful and bloom proudly. In the dying, I can only see a piece of cold plum standing proudly in the snow. jade bone, an ice muscle, shakes off the fragrance of a tree through lush songs and moistens my long-dried smile.
Just stand quietly under the plum tree and look at it, even if you open it higher, you can't pick it. She will also settle in my eyes, calm in my dreams, and then, in such a cold winter, touch my heartstrings with her fragrant petals, slowly infiltrating and overflowing with warmth and sigh. I fell in love with plum blossoms.
On a snowy night, the lingering flute sounded faintly, and in the faint fragrance and thin shadows, a song shocked Mei's heart, prompting the branches to hang jade, prompting Leng Xiang to condense lightly and urging Qionghua to fill the trees. At this moment, the past is always accompanied by snowflakes and plum blossoms.
"Old moonlight, shine on me several times, Meidi. Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold. He Xun is old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze. But the strange flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold in the Yao mat. "
Once under the moonlight, in the flute, melodious laughter has gradually faded away. When did the boy who played the flute and the jade man who heard the flute and picked flowers disappear? Nowadays, the Jade Emperor blows people away, and the tea is broken in Leng Xiang. Only miss faint gaunt into poetry, written in the dream. Holding a plum blossom, twisting a bunch of flowers, hiding the gaze.
"Don't come to spring and a half, amazing heartbroken. Bricks fall like snow and are still full. "
The flower season is about to pass, and under the doorstep, plum blossoms are falling like snowflakes, brushing and brushing, still full. So the sleeves are full and the plum petals are full. I can't shake my sadness and my thoughts are confused. Flowers bloom and fall, and the world of mortals flies. There is no flower that never fades, and there is no young beauty. Flowers bloom and fall, beauty grows old, and no one can stay. You might as well pick up this newly fallen flower and hide it in a book with a faint dew, so that years can make her a bookmark with a faint fragrance to commemorate that brilliant season.
"Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless. 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. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains. "
Plums that bloom alone in the flower season are beautiful, but they are even more lonely and deserted. But only when you are far away from the hustle and bustle of loneliness will you come and go calmly, and you will understand that the clouds are light and the wind is light. A thin shadow falls on the inclined wall, with two petals of red berries and Ye Xiang, and the curtain lights are blown in the midnight, and the four seasons are floating and fragrant. The wind of the years swept the branches and wrinkled a pool of cold water, no longer complaining.
Love the beauty of plum, pity the loneliness of plum.
So tonight, show a fragrance of ink and plum, listen to a window of wind and snow, and write a heart flower.
May the plum blossom untie me, and may I untie the plum blossom.