Under the steep cliff, a plum tree stands there.
The waterfall on the edge of the cliff has long been silent, there is only an icy waterhole underground, and the rocks on the edge of the pool are covered with snow crystals condensed by white ice mist. The cliff was bare, and only the broken stems of a few dead grasses trembled in the wind. The hillside in the distance was pale yellow, and it seemed that everything was sleeping peacefully.
Hibernation is a good choice to nestle in your own warm hole. But this plum does not want this, she wants to bloom early, before the spring arrives, to give a unique color to the harsh winter. The winter world is too depressed, too monotonous, too desolate, too cold, she wants to be a dancer, with her own struggle and resistance, to fight off the cold and loneliness, to add a beautiful red, a fiery red, an elegant red, a lively red to the world.
It was already the winter solstice, and the fierce wind swept in from the canyon, as sharp as a sharp knife, and every shout was like a thousand armies and horses fighting. There was also a glimmer of fear in her heart, but when she thought of the blossoming tree she had been waiting for day and night, she stood more steadily, her faith firmer, and her back straightened more straight. She had to fight and show enough courage to resist the wind and madness of the waxing moon.
No snow is called winter. On the last day of the waxing moon, the snowflakes are blowing, the world will soon be frozen, and all dreams will be frozen. The snow was too thick, and Meishu was afraid that she would freeze if she took a nap, so she kept moving, shaking off the snow on her body countless times, keeping a clear mind so that she could lighten up. Little by little, she struggled, fought, and on a clear day she quickly stretched her body, and at night she used frost as a dew to recharge her strength. Her body grew richer, her branches became softer and softer, and she concentrated her fullest enthusiasm on the branches, where she accumulated her dreams.
Finally, after seven days of brewing, and after four days of gathering energy, one day a year ago, the day when the snowflakes danced, her buds began to bloom, and only one night she was overflowing with flowers. She rejoiced, sang, danced, chanted, and worked hard for herself! She is so grateful to herself for what she has done!
A group of mountaineers passed by and stopped to praise: "This tree is fragrant with red plums on the whole cliff!" "They gathered more energy and ran all the way to the top of the mountain. A photographer came here and took pictures one after another to marvel: "The poetry beauty of 'it is already a cliff full of ice, like flowers and branches', today I will finally see, there is no regret in this life!" "A painter floated by, he propped up the painting clip, and fused the affection in his heart with this blooming red plum to complete one beautiful composition after another... She has become the most beautiful scenery in this mountain!
Yes, when a tree blossoms dot this icy world, burning with the passion of life, it's all worth it. In the appreciation and praise of others, Plum Tree saw his own value. She uses her firmness, tenacity and hard work to paint a heavy color on her life, which is the unswervingness of using dreams as the foundation, persistently sketching, and bravely rendering.
A tree of red plums leans on the cliff, and the fragrant ice breeze is in the bone. Red plum, red plum, you bloom yourself at the same time, and light up whose life?
Editor-in-charge: Wang Fang YuanXiu Ruogu
About the Author
Zhang Wenli, a native of Jiyuan, Henan. Now he teaches at Yanqing Foreign Chinese School in Jiyuan City, loves life, likes to read, and is optimistic.