Destination

Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of fighting for spring, and one's wife is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. This is a poem by Lu You, which expresses the noble sentiments of plum blossoms. They are strong and unyielding, but in the end they turn into mud and become dust. This is its destination, and everything has its own destination. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.