On a winter morning, the sun breaks through the frost and sprinkles lightly on a corner of the courtyard. Unconsciously, a burst of dark incense floated and attacked. Pursuing this faint fragrance, his steps were gentle, for fear of disturbing the quiet morning.
After a few bends and through the Moon Cave Gate, the eyes suddenly opened up. A few wax plums, standing quietly in the corner of the wall, the branches are dotted with snow, just like the ancients said: "In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust." They do not have the delicacy of spring flowers or the splendor of summer flowers, but in this cold season, they open alone and silently reveal their fragrance.
Approaching an old plum, the branches are bent, and the vicissitudes of life are full of perseverance. The small yellow flowers, like beautifully carved jade, are half covered and half exposed, like shy girls. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, the aroma is refreshing, as if it can wash away the dust of your soul.
The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden. "The beauty of wax plum lies in its non-competition for spring and kitsch. When the flowers withered, it bloomed alone, not for the sake of the dedication and love of life. It has no eye-catching colors, no complicated petals, only the extremely simple white and yellow, but it is enough to make people's hearts move.
Sunlight shines through the sparse branches and sprinkles on the ground, forming dappled light and shadow. I reached out and gently touched the cold petals, and a coolness came from my fingertips to the bottom of my heart. The interweaving of cold and incense, like the ups and downs of life, is intertwined into a beautiful picture.
I think of the ancients who once said: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Isn't the fragrance of this wax plum more mellow after experiencing the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow?The same is true of life, only after experiencing hardships and setbacks can we cherish those simple and beautiful times more.
Stand under the wax plum tree and let your thoughts fly. This dark fragrance floating in the winter morning, this quietly blooming wax plum blossom, will become an eternal picture in my heart. When I stepped into this tranquil courtyard again, I knew that the faint fragrance would lead me to the depths of my heart once again.
The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. "In this season of wax plum blossoms, I hope that every morning and dusk can be accompanied by dark fragrance to warm my years.