There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone; The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance; After waxing, the flowering period is approaching, and the cold plum has become a easterly letter; The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. In Zita Law, the former "Chenmei" village opened a branch last night. "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" has a thin shadow, shallow water and a faint fragrance floating in the evening. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. "Bai Mei" suddenly smells sweet all night, and three dry Kun Wan Li spring. Operator. Yongmei "Until the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.