How many years of winter, only snow, no plum. Xu Xing sings in the snow, but I have never seen the aloof and noble trees. Alas, the charm of cold plum is beyond the reach of a layman like me.
There is a very talented girl among my classmates. It is said that she once opened the window to recite poems on snowy days. Oh, the snow is falling, the clouds are covering the ground, and everything seems so peaceful and quiet. The rest of the dirty air was killed by freezing, and the rest was the freshness of the world in the snow and the fragrance of plum blossoms in my heart. A talented woman stepped at the window, opened it with her hands, and sang softly with her teeth shining, full of talent. At the moment she left the field, she must have sung an extremely beautiful poem, which was unparalleled at that time. This scene makes several self-proclaimed literati feel ashamed-they can only feel the joy brought by snow, but they don't have the talent to sing fresh poems. They are not only ashamed of the flawless snow in front of them, but also proud of their aloof and noble hearts.
It's snowing, but people don't have time and place to look for Mei. Looking at the campus from the window of poetry, the students put their hands tightly in the sleeves of school uniforms-they are wearing school uniforms, not brocade clothes, not cloth clothes, and they are all family members. Now the students' "trying" road is as unpredictable as the career path of ancient literati, and they must work hard.
The winter notice will not force anyone, but it has its own infinite charm. One night, the north wind is cold, Wan Liyun is thick, and the cold plum is lonely, which is different from the charm of spring flowers and the fierceness of summer flowers. After Youqiuju, she deduced the excellent quality to the extreme, but she didn't care about the attitude of the world to it.
There are always some people who are unsophisticated, some people who have no talent, and some people who have no talent. They came to Mei's side, and they worshipped Mei, thus reaching a higher level in spirit. Arrogant and unsympathetic; Gao Jie, nobody understands. It was a poetic frustration, a melancholy masturbation, deceiving myself in the dust, but never giving up. Their own talent and admiration for cold plum have refined a kind of indifferent and leisurely state of mind. Facing the wind, soaking in the snow, selling wine in the village shop, singing poems around the stove, entertaining each other, inviting three or two confidants, enjoying a few cold trees, playing an old game of chess and singing a new song of Chen. I am so happy in winter, so talented.
Oh, lovely May, you have created a beautiful myth. Just like the bagpiper on the stone bridge, the person leaning against the building under the bright moon, the place with dim lights, the willow branches in the night, the gifted scholar who opened the window, and the indifferent hermit ... there is always an elusive charm coming quietly.
-That's right. Appreciating plums without talent is like walking through the snow with a laundry list. Clothes list, winter is still difficult, how can it be fun? Without talent, you can't find the charm of cold plum. If you lack something, you won't get the heart naturally.
-still have to work hard, for winter, for snow, for yourself, for the deep plum fragrance.
After that, you should be able to endure the loneliness of plums and learn to be as noble as plums. More importantly, we should have the pride of plums as snow, and the colder the plums, the more they will bloom. This is exactly what I lack, and that's why I can't reach a higher level. Learn from Mei. Only in this way can we have the general temperament of Mei, appreciate the beauty of Mei and live up to Mei's ambition.
Gao Xue is a solitary tree, and the scribes envy calligraphy and painting.
Strong bones come out of the cold path, and the shadow is faint and fragrant to the small garden.
I wanted to take a leisurely walk so that you could enjoy the beautiful scenery.
If you don't go out in cold clothes, you will know that the cold is hard to see.
In winter, you should warm yourself around the stove first, and then you will have a leisurely side of wintersweet.
It's winter and it's snowing. At this moment, somewhere, there must be plum blossoms in full bloom.
-singing in the snow, singing is flawless snow, white snow.
-Singing in the snow is about Mei's aloof, noble and tenacious. I sang the temperament and spirit of Mei, as well as the admiration and longing for Mei that has never changed for thousands of years.
-Singing in the snow, meeting Mei, and meeting in winter.