Lu You's famous sentence in "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei": It fell into mud and rolled into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

"It fell into mud and became dust, but only the fragrance remains the same." It stirs up the entire poem, and brings out the unfortunate situation of the plum blossoms in front of it. The sadness was thrown out of my mind. "It falls into mud and becomes dust, but only the fragrance remains the same." The author starts from the interests of the nation and makes a confession of life. There is a kind of steadfast self-confidence in the sadness. The poet used the plum blossom to express his ambition, and wrote about the perilous career path and his insistence on high aspirations and deeds. Not kitsch. Unyielding to evil. Pure and unconventional, with unswerving feelings and ambitions. This is a plum poem. Let’s see the word “plum” throughout this article. But the charm of "plum" can be heard everywhere. And the author uses plum to describe himself. More than anything else. Things and I merge into one. The praise of plum blossom shows the poet's noble character of perseverance despite adversity.

"Bu Suanzi: Ode to the Plum Blossoms" is a poem composed by Lu You, a patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. The original text is:

Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

Translation:

Next to the broken bridge outside the inn. The plum blossoms bloom lonely and lonely. No one comes to appreciate it. Being alone in the evening is sad enough. It was blown away by wind and rain and fell in all directions. It blooms at the top of the flowers. But he has no intention of competing with the flowers to enjoy the spring glory. He just lets the flowers go and is always jealous. Even if the flower pieces fall and are crushed into dust, there is still an everlasting fragrance left in the world.