Written by Dongfang Chunxiao
In the withering season, away from the hustle and bustle, in the lonely wilderness, feel the tranquility and coldness of nature, and release the sorrow.
When the water is thin and the mountains are cold, leave a glance of the wind and snow in the white world, a simple and elegant, a kind of nobility. It is a bony beauty, unyielding, and true.
A person's walking, firm or confused. The sunset understands, the moon knows, the stars call to the lights, melt the indifference, and release the warmth.
I don't want to prove anything, at the moment when you refuse to turn around, the red plum smiles, the branches are snowy, and the wisps of fragrance surround and linger for a long time.
Leaning alone on the winter cold, I am self-assured. Not coerced by the world, let the smile of the soul become a glimpse of early spring.
Life is short, fate is ill-fated, and it is not easy to say who is right and wrong. Even when the world is full of snow and wind, we are not discouraged. Because I believe that the world is worth it.
(Original debut)