Yin Yi Su-wrapped Blues Wong, Mandala silent, a plant has quietly returns - plum. It quietly upright branches, even if hit by snowstorms. Spring, summer, fall, it has been quietly brewing, waiting for this moment of the outbreak of the beautiful. It is selfless to grow with, so that poets often as it is recited: a corner a few sticks of plum, cold alone open. Yao is not snow, only subtle fragrance.
Winter Snow-capped, with or without taking the plum flower bloom, but also did not return with the heart of the shade; cold biting, blowing billowing plum fragrance, but also returns the heart of distributed wind billowing the charming fragrance.
Into the four seasons, to feel the joy of beating the four seasons is paid, and the return is the pulse of happiness, silently watching the heart of return gradually sprout, grow, blossom.