Poetry:
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."