Chapter 921 : The Plum Blossom Old Woman (15 More)
However, without the white snow and the red plums, it seems that they have lost a spirit.
The pine trees that remain unchanged all seasons and the green hedges are invisible, and they are a kind of coldness and nobility that emanates from the bones.
Of course, plums can also be more popular and approachable.
However, after all, the plum blossoms are the best in the snow.
However, there is still a faint fragrance in the plum blossoms, like gardenias, which are a pleasant and admirable flower.[
Its fragrance is elegant and cool.
It makes people still feel awake and even moved while drunk.
"Good plums need to be snow before they bloom. These plants are nothing but ordinary products."
A clean and slightly vicissitudes of life is like an old plum branch.
I quickly turned around. An old lady, about 70 or 80 years old, was wearing ordinary plain clothes (my grandma said that the old man actually prefers the ancient costume from the neckline to the armpit, and his heart is warm).
The skin is shiny and has a good complexion. He holds a broom in one hand and scissors in the other.
She was standing under the plum tree, but compared to her, those plum trees were immediately more friendly to the people.
The unique gentlemanly style has become increasingly weak.
The old lady's eyes were clear and she looked at me, but she was very peaceful.
I was a little stupid.
In this way, she is an old man like a hermit. Who is she? Her demeanor is not appropriate to say that she is the last empress dowager in the palace; it is not appropriate to say that she is the old Red Army in the Long March; it is not appropriate to say that she is the long-lived mountain old man.
no.
"There is a fragrant blood-red plum over there. The snow is not big enough, so it will not bloom, and the buds will wilt and wither. When the snow presses on the branches, it smells the fragrance first, and the flowers bloom later, and the red flowers are dripping like blood stains.
When it turns into snow, the snow water dyes red like blood and tears, dripping. This kind of snow water is very fragrant. I will try not to let it drip."
The old man is not like a talkative person, but seems to tell me something.
The flower cuts in your hand are occasionally repaired, and it looks more delicious.
There is such a weird thing, I think it's quite fun.
That's right, that scene has a bit of a desolate smell.
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