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Peony is the king of all flowers; Yueji, is the queen of flowers; Lotus, is a hibiscus in the water; Chrysanthemum is the soul of cold autumn; Plum blossoms are the best of the bunch of flowers.
I love plum blossoms. Although, it does not have the peony flower posture is elegant, the fragrance is pleasant, there is no moon season flowers are huge, the four seasons are always blooming, there is no lotus out of the mud without staining, and there is no chrysanthemum beautiful and colorful, pleasing to the eye. However, I love plum blossoms and love its spirit.
I like plum blossoms, they are not afraid of the cold, frost and snow. In the cold winter, the silvery white snow in the north covers the earth, thousands of trees have no leaves, and even the evergreen pine and cypress trees are tightly hidden by the thick snow, and the flowers have already withered before the winter comes. In this snowy world, there are some dots of blood red, that is not firelight, it is the red plum that blooms in the snow, it blooms on the branches, let the cold wind cross its bright red petals, let the cold snow weigh on his fragile body, no matter how heavy, but it will never bow its head and bend down, still standing in the wind and snow, fighting with the wind and snow, knowing that the sun will break the clouds and mist, and release thousands of rays of light, it will shake the snow on its body, and smile at the sun.
This is the spirit of plum blossoms.
I love plum blossoms. Because the symbol of our Chinese nation is the plum blossom, isn't it? In war after war, we never bow our heads and give in, always fight tenaciously with the enemy, until the moment of victory, just like the plum blossom and the wind and snow after the battle, until the sun comes out, it shows a smile, so, plum blossom, is the symbol of our Chinese nation.
The patriotic poets of the Northern Song Dynasty once praised plum blossoms with the poem "sparse shadows, horizontal slopes, clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk".
Yes! I love plum blossoms, and I want to learn your spirit, even though I have never seen you.
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I recommend one. "Plum Blossom Praise" "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.
I'm sure everyone will be familiar with it! That's right, this is the famous Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms". This poem praises the tenacious spirit of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold and open alone.
Oh, yes! How precious plum blossoms are! All kinds of flowers bloom in spring, such as "rose", "peony" and so on.
They are so delicate that they wither in the cold winter. However, the plum blossoms are still standing in the wind and snow, that kind of steadfastness and tenacity, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling. Looking at the plum blossoms, and then at the plum forest, there are many thoughts:
They don't want fertile land, they don't want a greenhouse-like environment, they grow on high mountains, stand tall in the cold wind, what a tenacious plum blossom! They don't have the bright colors of roses, the wealth of peonies, or the pure countenances of lilies, but they are still attractive. Because they have an otherworldly spirit:
Brave, steadfast, tenacious, not afraid of difficulties, clean and self-conscious. Like the plum blossoms, I will face the difficulties silently in a harsh environment.
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