"The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but the snow has lost a piece of plum fragrance." "Joe doesn't fight for spring, but only reports it." Throughout the ages, plum blossom is a flower respected by people, and it is also a flower I admire and love.

It does not choose warm and beautiful spring, nor hot summer, nor cool autumn, but chooses cold and ruthless winter to bloom mercilessly.

When the wind bullied the snow, it stood proudly in the snow and blossomed with blood. Deep red stands out in the snow. One by one, weather-beaten. In the biting cold wind, it exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

Step into the plum garden, open the door of scarlet, and a wisp of delicate fragrance floats into your heart, which is a refreshing fragrance. The golden petals of Chimonanthus praecox were scattered all over the floor. Close your eyes, you can only "see" clusters of plum blossoms, because you are intoxicated with them. Not only is the fragrance and beauty of plum blossom intoxicating, but also its fearless nature.