Knowing that the wind and snow are cold, step on the snow to find plums
Author: Meng Zeyin
In winter, the wind was cold, and I came on the snow.
In the heavy snow, I walked carelessly on the path. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, light and elegant, I can't help but wonder, what flowers will bloom in the cold? Smelling the flowers, I searched all the way. "A thousand mountain birds fly away, and a thousand trails of people disappear." There was only a white expanse of white snow left between heaven and earth, and the cold wind swept on people's skin, like a sharp blade, making people feel painful.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up, the clusters of plum blossoms, interdependent in the fierce wind of the cold winter, resisting the erosion of the cold, the plum blossoms were white and red, the petals were moist and transparent, like amber or jasper carved, a little ice and jade elegance.
A cold wind struck, and the pink petals fell with the snow, like a butterfly dancing, and like a fairy, with a dusty temperament. Each flower is wrapped in petals, layered and tightly connected. The color is dark and shallow, as if the colors have been precipitated, precipitated in the smallest flower buds, and the flower buds bulge and sac, as if they are pregnant with some fairy dew jelly.
Seven Laws of Winter Clouds
Snow pressed winter clouds white flying, thousands of flowers are rare for a while.
The sky is high and the cold is rushing, and the earth is slightly warmed and blowing.
There are unique heroes who drive tigers and leopards, and there is no Haojie who is afraid of bears.
Plum blossoms rejoice in the snow, and it is not surprising that flies freeze to death.
Plum blossoms, in the eyes of some people, may be just a very ordinary flower. However, it is this ordinary plum blossom that contains the most beautiful story, the most beautiful feelings, although the plum blossom is not more noble than the peony, not more beautiful than the rose, but there is no flower, can be comparable with the plum blossom, because the plum blossom has the quality and purity of other flowers, the wisp of fragrance, by the bitter cold for a long time, more and more intense and refreshing! A snow and a flying flower, a day of love, that is the attachment to life, it can make the tired heart rhyme, full of temperature, full of expectation, listen to the snow with your heart, the beauty is in the heart...
The white snow spread on the ground, a cold breath struck, the snow fluttered in the sky, like the willows in the sky, fluttering with down-like romance. I put on a soft white feather coat and sunk into a string of footprints with the aroma of earth, looking for, the red plum. Pale white snowflakes fall between the palms, scattering a faint cold, melting in the heart.
Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and both seem and are not like! Here compared with snow and plum blossoms, snow has the whiteness of plum blossoms, plums have the crystal of snowflakes, whether they are like or not, are a kind of beauty.
"There is no intention of fighting for spring, a group of people are jealous. Zero fell into the mud and dust, only the incense was as it was. The voice drifted into my heart. Oh, yes! What about setbacks, and what about adversity? People are like Mei, who continue to grow in the face of setbacks and adversity. Even if the wind and snow are oppressed and trampled arbitrarily, we must have the courage to be tenacious and unyielding and face difficulties! Even if you are unfortunate enough to fall into the dust, you can sprinkle the fragrance all over the world.
Suddenly, my body was filled with positive energy. In the snow and wind, Mei and I smiled together, as bright as the sun!
Gradually, the snow stopped. When I looked at these plum blossoms again, it actually used its thin body to prop up a heavy stack of snow! And that snow is far heavier than the plum itself! Much thicker! Mei's tender petals stretched to the extreme, and a stack of snow pressed on the petals, as if falling off, as if falling, people can't see it! Finally, the plum blossom shook, holding the snow steady on the tip of the petals. I was relieved and secretly admired Mei's tenacity.
Looking at the plum blossoms in front of me, it stands proudly in the ice and snow, holding its head high, I feel a thousand emotions. I really hope that I am as tenacious as plum blossoms, as tenacious as plums, as fearless as plums in the cold wind, and still look forward with my head up!
Acacia plum blossom hair overnight, suddenly in front of the window suspected jun.
Usually the same window before the month, only plum blossoms are different.
You are laughing in the flowers, and the cliff ice and snow are proud alone.
Do not compete with the hundred flowers for bright colors, snowy spring to report.
There were several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opened it alone.
Remote knowledge is not enough snow, for there is dark incense to come.
Smell the plum blossoms and phoenixes, and snow piles are all over the wild mountains.
He Can incarnate into a hundred billion, a tree plum blossom a ong.
Stepping on the snow to find Mei just at this time, pushing the window to look at the jade qiongzhi.
The cold wind dances loose balls fall, and the jade and silver makeup rhymes beautifully.
A snowflake, a wish, a plum blossom, a beautiful; in the white world, warm life, beautiful life!
Walking on the road to find plums, leaving an unforgettable beauty, petals flying, picking a flower to make eternal remembrance, the coldest day, accompany me all the way. I know that no matter how thick the snow, it will eventually melt, and the snowflake-like ice and pure thoughts will be scattered in the heart of memory, always beautiful, like the true feelings of snow, so in the warmth and simplicity, purity and beauty, sweet and sour and bitter spicy constantly collide, in the wind and snow, lyrical a beautiful legend.
This time stepping on the snow to find plums, accompanied by faint and fragrant memories, like a cup of clear tea, brewing bitter sweetness in the heart, in the burning years. Ahead, the faint pale pink color swayed and swayed, and it was a kind call, leading me to stride forward in pursuit of the gorgeous red plum!
Editor: Fang Yingxin,"White Wave Love"