Yongmei
Class 58 Sun Wenqi
A proud plum tree greets the winter snow,
Even in the snow, I still laugh.
The bloody winter plum brings wind and frost,
Welcome the new year and breathe out the fragrance.
The cold wind rustles without butterflies dancing,
I only heard the singing of Jiaojiao wintersweet.
When the mountains and rivers are red,
I miss the fragrance of cold plum blossoms in the old scenery.