Plum blossoms are always beautiful in winter, whether in the vast expanse of snow or in a warm bungalow, they are always beautiful. The piano music was melodious in the air, the freshly ground coffee was constantly releasing heat, the ironed school uniform was lying quietly on the hanger, and I was waiting for a bouquet of plum blossoms, a bouquet of plum blossoms sent by my sweetheart. ——Song Yue'an
Intention: not to give in an inch of ground
