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. I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and they are all smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.
Wang Mian of Mo Mei
The first tree in my family, Xiyan 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.
Zheng Sixiao's Painting Chrysanthemums
Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor. It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown into the north wind.
Serina Liu, a gift for my brother.
The pavilion is loose on the mountain and caressed in the valley. When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong. First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Pine and cypress are not hardy and woody plants.
Zheng Banqiao, bamboo stone.
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.