Plum blossom, is extremely ordinary.
Some people marvel at the magnificent sea, some people appreciate the vast and boundless sky, some people praise the trees towering into the sky, and some people lament the wide range of specialties. I, on the other hand, like the silent plum blossoms.
The plum blossom is not as beautiful as the peony, the moonflower's delicate and flashy, the rose's beautiful flowers, and the lotus's noble and elegant. However, I prefer the plum blossom, which is proud of snow and frost.
In winter, the cold brings snowflakes to the earth, the bare mountains are white, the leaves of the trees are white, the road in front of the door is also white. Only in the distance on the cold mountain, a plum tree is vaguely visible, bearing a flower bone, waiting for the cold wind to bud.
Snow is still falling, the wind is still blowing, in this thousands of miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow drift season, only the plum blossom proudly blossom. A colorful small flowers white like snow, red like fire, yellow race gold, pink as Xia ...... dance in the cold wind, ice heart jade bone. A fine smell, an aroma can not help but welcome to the face, fragrant bursts, elegant and fresh, suddenly make people feel relaxed and happy ......
"Plum fragrance from the bitter cold," blowing the plum blossom is the biting cold wind; shine plum blossom is the cold winter sun; nourish the The plum blossom is the dew of the snow. But standing on the top of the mountain of the plum blossom is so fragrant, graceful and elegant.
Spring, the season of blossoming flowers, when all kinds of flowers move out of the warm pot, plum blossom but withered, but it for mankind to offer delicious plum, for mankind to contribute their full strength ......
However, the plum flower that the tenacious and unyielding spirit but more I marveled. Since ancient times, it and pine, bamboo is known as the "three friends", has always competed with the poet's title, the painter depicted, the artist carved, the tourists aspire to. Summer and winter, the wind fight cold, by frost and snow and not wither, through the four seasons and often luxuriant, fully embodies the plum blossom defies the difficulties, not afraid of the pressure of the powerful vitality. This is a kind of people can not see but does exist character, is not it people want to learn?
Looking at, I can not help but think of those fighting in the barren snowy Sebei developers, they are like the pines, like the autumn chrysanthemum, but more like this plum. They are in the harsh environment, quietly dedicate their lives. Don't they have the quality of plum blossom? Without them, where would we be today?
Thinking about it, a wave of admiration for the plum blossom came ......