Red plums on the cliffs
Walk in the winter
The footsteps of the coming were covered with wild grass
The water in the lake falls below the ground
In the end there are only shallow mud swamps
For red plum breathing
Such days will always spread on the cold earth
In the slaughter, the grass was gone, and several cries of mourning came from the sky
Only people like the "Three Friends of the Cold Year" are standing there,
Or "war" there!
The grass was silent and degenerated into decay
The plums that flew in the air rose into the air
Look at the whole cangshan mountain
It also became graceful and luxurious
This is a gesture that can only be found in bloom
Mountain flowers hanging alone in the cliffs of winter
Nailed to the heart of the visitor
If it is not an encounter, how can you believe it
If not, how can they be dependent on each other
When the two plum branches are close together, they are close at hand,
It seems to be far away at the end of the world, in the same frame and pillow,
Several seasons apart.
Looking back at the red plum
You only find out that this is the infinite pouring of winter to spring
Sink on the shoulders of the deep winter
Facing the red spring, it walked steadily
Tan Yinglin, Master of Philosophy, loves photography, calligraphy, fine arts, and literature.