The description is as follows:
1. Stepping into the garden, in the biting cold wind, I saw a large field of plum blossoms blooming proudly. On the branches, the small white flowers are fighting the cold and blooming, adding a bit of vitality to this harsh winter. The plum blossom branches are slender, with different shapes and graceful. The small flowers like golden bells are dotted with light among the branches, attracting the attention of tourists from time to time and attracting bursts of admiration.
2. The flowers of the plum blossoms are not big, like shy girls. There are few green leaves left to set off the plum blossoms. Perhaps in order to make the flowers bloom better, the green leaves dedicated all the nutrients they should have to the plum blossoms. Although plum blossom is called the national flower of China, it is not ostentatious. It just opens silently in the cold wind, quietly showing its elegance in the cold wind. Only it knows the pain it has experienced.
3. Wisps of west wind are rippling, the early winter morning mist spreads a thick chill, and there is ice and frost all night. Ice crystals and jade can be seen on the branches of plum blossoms, filled with pearls, like a jade girl standing tall. The green buds and buds are red, standing on top of the white snow. The red plum blossoms are about to bloom in the severe cold, playing with the flying snow of Tianshan Mountain.
4. The flowers on the head are in full bloom, one next to the other. Looking from a distance, they look like a pink cloud. Looking closer, plum blossoms are dotted on the strong branches, standing gracefully. They are all single-petaled, with each flower having 5 round petals. The petals are of different colors, some are redder and some are whiter. They look tender and pink, as if they can be broken by a blow.
5. The newly opened white plum blossom is like a white leaf. Each flower has about five petals and only one layer, like a small white umbrella. The thin stamens exuded bursts of fragrance, and a breeze blew, bringing butterflies. They danced among the flowers, flying high and low, like happy elves. The bee also came to join in the fun. It flew around and finally found a flower it liked and began to collect its nectar. At this time, the bee and the little flower also danced a pas de deux.