Under the influence of Hanmei

Plum blossoms are the representatives of the past and have been praised and praised by countless people. For example, Wang Anshi’s “walls and branches of plums, Ling Han alone. Knowing that there is not enough snow, there is a dark fragrance.” Lu You’s “Wen Dao Mei Hua Xiao Xiao Feng, snow piled up in four mountains. He can be transformed into a hundred billion, a tree Plum blossoms put on Weng." "The valley is more northerly, and the flowers are late from each other. The high standard Yi Yunjun knows whether it is the layer of ice and snow." These famous sentences are all praises, plums, and the plum blossoms. And I, in the shadow of this cold plum, comprehensive humanity.

It was in an unblemished wilderness, and the sudden heavy snow covered it. The majesty of winter made the trees that had already been bald tremble slightly. The usual crows were forced to close their mouths by the cold, and looked at the squirrels in the tree hole with jealousy. The United States and the United States screamed at the pinecone and loudly condemned the injustice of God. On the branches, a very unremarkable place, the rare drunken red in the winter is reflected on the branches, struggling with the cold wind. It is only a cluster of plums that bloom in the snow. Although it is only the size of the palm, it adds a spring to the cold winter. It stood silently in the wind, completely ignoring the crows of the crows, and did not care about the shivering bare trees. I can't help but be fascinated by it. It now looks like a distant place, and looks at the northwest wind that is also whistling. The wind is getting bigger, and the gentle snow is gradually turned into a sharp dagger by the cold wind. The bones are cold and cold, and people can't open their eyes. The crow screams and hides behind the trunk. Han Mei firmly lifted a few pieces of notice flaps to block the raging cold wind. In the wind, it looks so thin and hard, as if it disappears into the sky like a broken kite. My heart is tense. Suddenly, the desperate atmosphere disappeared, replacing the belief that it was not convinced. As soon as I saw it, I was a bit ecstatic, happy for Plum, and admired for its perseverance. The damn wind seemed to feel like it, and it became more violent and ruthless. The weak body of plum blossoms was hard to stand down. Winter seems to be annoyed, and with a big hand, it is a raging wind, plum blossoms are "only out of the wolf's nest, and into the tiger's hole." Looking at the lonely and helpless plum, I can't wait to share it with it. The sense of despair is swept again. Do not! I can't give up like this! An unspeakable breath rushed to the surface, invigorated the plum blossoms, and inspired me. In this way, Han Mei resisted the attack again and again, and finally moved to the harsh winter. The wind stopped. I was happy and admired to look at the plum that was held by the crow and looked back. At this time, the squirrel is jealously yelling at the crows who are happy...

First day: Su Haoyu