咏梅

Snow, like plum blossoms, blooms quietly in the dark night, then falls with the wind, falling gently on the green bamboo. His name is Zhou Hao, a young man as upright as bamboo, a bamboo man from Jiading who has made bamboo carving his lifelong ambition. He is determined to find the most beautiful things in the world and carve them on bamboo, which will be famous throughout the ages, without hesitation. Her name is Mei Niang. Compared with this upright young man who is as knotty as a bamboo, she is a graceful plum tree, blooming for him among the springs and rocks. Just for that sentence: "This is my plum tree." Just for that drop of sentimental but heartless blood, she also kept the silent promise in her heart. 　　

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