[Art and Pictures] 2024.03.10 Poems about plum blossoms and thoughts

Leaning against the east wind, smiling sweetly, looking at the flowers falling in shame. Lonely, where is my home mountain, the garden after the snow, the pavilion by the water. The old promise of Yaochi, who can the scales and swans rely on? The butterflies only know how to find peaches and willows, and they don’t notice that they are blooming all over the southern branches. But sad, the cold dusk, a few sounds of the horn. .