Keep the pace of life
Wen Xingyu. 
Gentleness is gradually cooled by the cold wind outside.
Whiteness covers 10,000 unsatisfactory things.
Winter hid up the language.
Covered with ice and snow, it produces a unique plum fragrance.
In the infinite earth.
Go and hug in the mud.
Hibernating grassroots.
Love has become immeasurable.
When the sun is not shining.
Snow can refract the sun's rays.
This is not a simple substitute.
It's a transformation of love.
At this time. We are on the snow outside the window.
Still with a grateful heart.
Snow makes the night brighter.
Let the night no longer be cold.
And life is protected by the snow.
It's still spring.
Life embraces the holy snow.
The blooming red plums have turned the dusk red.
Eventually, the snow will melt and run away.
A river of spring water still flows eastward.
When you finish a glass of light wine.
The power of life has filled the distant mountains.
What are you busy with in winter?
This bright world.
Only the indomitable face of plum blossoms.
Fighting the cold winter alone. The last blizzard of winter.
Like a shooting star, it ignites the beacon fire leading to spring.
I get older every year.
When life is gradually lonely.
Plum blossoms are second to the trend of love.
Life reverberates quietly.
Retains the footsteps of the years.
The river began to fatten.
Love comes from the turmoil.
Let's make coarse tea and light rice around the hearth.
It will be cooked cold or cold.
Raw half-cooked will eventually be cooked.
Staggered. Every life has a boiling time.