I asked you that day, if the winter plums were broken at the waist and put into a vase, what would happen to those who love plums after seeing them? You said he would feel bad.
In fact, I didn't finish asking.
If Hanmei spends his whole life proudly facing the snow and frost, but one night, in front of the person who loves plum blossoms, it turns into mud and becomes dust under the wheel, then how will he feel?
The blooming beauty of winter plums has nothing to do with the flowering period, it just happens to match the nobility in the hearts of the world.
Detached, refined, quiet and elegant, it is a perfect example of a gentleman. One day, it tarnishes its reputation, and what awaits it is scolding.
I have never liked wintersweet. The red or white color is too pure and too ideal.
I think only Mo Mei is truly elegant. Even though he is covered in black mud and is shameless, he is not angry or complaining, but still quietly stands with his head raised to the sky.
Thanks to Mojiu Tupu for the cover~
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