I clearly remember that it was the winter when I was eleven years old. Family and friends took the high-speed train to Beijing to play, and everyone talked and laughed along the way. A few hours later, we arrived in Beijing. When we got off the bus, the cold north wind blew, and everyone put their hands in their pockets, shivering with cold.

We went straight to the hotel we booked. Ah, there is a wintersweet tree on the left of the hotel. The petals of Chimonanthus praecox are as white as snow, and the stamens are pale yellow. Bai Meihua, a jade carving in snow sculpture and an ice muscle in jade bone, is beautiful, elegant and free from vulgarity. It looks like an elf dancing in the snow and ice, and my heart immediately cheers for it.

We took a look, went into the hotel, put down our luggage, had a rest and prepared to go out. When it began to snow outside, it was full of goose feathers. At this time, there were no pedestrians outside, and there was silence all around, but plum blossoms still stood in the snow. "Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes the spring. There are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers. " It suddenly occurred to me that Chairman Mao's Yongmei is nothing to plum blossom. Snow, although you whirl in the ground, although it hits plum blossom's seemingly delicate body hard, plum blossom is fearless and still smiles proudly. On second thought, what shall we do? Should we learn from Meihua? In the cold winter, in the heavy snow, plum blossoms bloom gracefully in the snow like fairies without gloves, scarves and down jackets. Where are we? Wearing so many clothes, but still complaining.

I am in awe of the plum blossoms in full bloom in Leng Xue, and I was even more shocked when we came out for supper at night. Unconsciously, the branches of plum blossoms were covered with snow. It was snowing heavily. I gently opened the layers of snow and found plum blossoms in the snow, which were actually intact. Looking closely, there is no rhyme: the shyness in bud and the desire for words are affectionate; At first glance, it is natural and unrestrained, natural and graceful; Laugh in full bloom, and the buds shake gently. Some are petite and naive, as amiable as newborn babies; Some are full of youth and enthusiasm, as lovely as slim girls; Some people are different, dignified and generous, and respected as cautious ladies. They lean, lean, lean, think, talk or dance ... in all kinds of strange gestures, they are beautiful.

Oh, plum blossom, plum blossom, the more you bully snow, the more energetic it is, and it is an unyielding endorsement. You, without the elegance of peony, are beautiful; Without the enchanting beauty of epiphyllum, the countryside is beautiful; Without the elegant fragrance of lotus, it is "muddy but not dirty" But you have your own unique beauty: pure and clean, elegant and thin, with a strong and unyielding spirit. Flowers that bloom proudly in the snow, besides you-plum blossom, what other flowers are there? "A few plums in a corner, cold ling alone." You, Meihua, are an elf in the ice and snow.

The spirit in the snow is in the corner and in the heart.