A plum blossom dream saw a log.

Last night, I was too drunk to wake up in my dream. In my dream, a budding plum blossom flew in, fragrant and lingering on my pillow. In the early morning when it was snowing lightly in Chu Qing, Cousin Mei took me for a walk in the snow in Meiyuan.

I was surprised, put on my clothes and looked out of the window. It is still a lush season with lush grass and flowers, and the footsteps of winter seem to be far away from here. I can't help but feel homesick, maybe because I am old. I always love nostalgia, miss my hometown, miss my childhood, countless people and things related to snow, one after another, as if it were yesterday. Xun Mei's beautiful artistic conception is deeply embedded in my mind, and I still remember it clearly. The plot seems to be yesterday.

I have been with snow since I was a child, and I have special feelings for it. Even though I live in the colorful south of China, I still have a nostalgia for the elegant snowflakes. Especially for the red plum in full bloom in the cold, I have no love. I like those two bright colors. Snow and red plum set each other off. Snow, because of the embellishment of red berries, is more Bai Mei, and because of snow, it is more proud of Leng Yan. The combination of these two colors is natural, adding agility and rhythm to the long and yellow winter.

Cousin, a northern woman, has the figure of a Jiangnan woman, graceful and elegant, with elegance in simplicity. The morning when my aunt gave birth to her, it was the time when plum blossoms were in full bloom. The illiterate aunt gave her cousin an nickname-Mei. I hope my cousin is as beautiful as Mei and give her a strong personality. My cousin is smart, beautiful, likes poetry and painting, and her articles are quite literary, probably because we have the same hobbies. I often stick with my cousin and talk about my daughter's worries and my ideals. A novel is read in turn. In autumn, the two of us are lying on the high grain pile, looking at the distant sky with our cheeks, and want to fly outside to see a more exciting world.

The winter vacation is coming, and the plum blossoms in my cousin's backyard are in full bloom. She and I often go to Meiyuan. Red, white and plum blossom set each other off into interest, bringing infinite vitality to lonely winter days. Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as begonia and peony. But I only love plums. Plum ice branches are red, and the shadows are elegant and fragrant. White as snow, red as sunrise. Against the backdrop of snow, flowers look elegant, and plum blossoms are too beautiful to compete for spring. I am fascinated by the color of plum blossom and Leng Yan, and I can't leave. Look at that noble man who is aloof and arrogant in the cold snow. My cousin Mei is like a plum blossom in the wind. Ice crystal jade bone, clean and gentle.

Cousin Mei is smart and diligent, and has a good understanding of words. In high school, she was the representative of the Chinese class in the class, and her composition was always read by the teacher as a model essay. Her ideal is to enter a university to study Chinese. After studying hard at the cold window for three years, the plump ideal became a skinny reality. Cousin Mei lost her name in Sun Shan. I saw her depressed, just sympathetic, but powerless. After extreme depression, my cousin lost a lot of weight. In those days, her hand has been on the book, and her figure and Meiying overlap in Meiyuan. I am worried that my thin cousin can't stand it, and she has been following her and has become her shadow. I don't know whether she is decadent in silence or rising in silence.

One day, I happened to find my cousin's words and names in the provincial newspaper, and my hanging heart fell down, and I was full of reverence for her at the same time. When the smoke changed from thick to thin, the light of my cousin's cabin climbed up the window lattice. On a long winter night, my cousin put her frozen hands in her underwear, and all the manuscripts were finished under the covers. No desk lamp, no writing desk. At that time, I became my cousin's volunteer postman. Every morning when I go to school, I will give her a stack of manuscripts and drop them in the mailbox of the post office. "Plum blossoms come from bitter cold", and my cousin's skills and literary talent are recognized and appreciated. Her articles are often published in local newspapers and radio stations, and her essays and music have a strong response after being broadcast on provincial radio stations. It is suggested that it should be included in textbooks. The character communication written by cousin Mei was selected by china national radio. Her article won the third prize of national news.

To this end, my cousin became famous and became a man of the hour in the county. The municipal propaganda department recruited my cousin to be an editor in the news unit. After written examination and interview, my cousin was elected with absolute advantage. I clearly remember that in the middle of winter, my cousin went to the exam, wearing a military coat and a red scarf around her neck, which was very energetic. Hongmei and snow set off her handsome face. Look at her flying into the car and kicking like a fly. She is sure to win. Later, my cousin was too conservative to keep up with the development trend of the times and could not "keep pace with the times". If she didn't get what she wanted, she was replaced.

Cousin's dream stays in the ice and snow. She fights against the snow like a red plum, does not give in to fate, strives for self-improvement, and grasps herself in bad luck. There is no servility, and the dignitaries are treated like dirt. In the ice and snow on the cliff, the flowers are beautiful and fragrant. Plum blossoms bloom at the age of one, and one tree is red and one tree is fragrant. Cousin walked into the autumn of life in the quiet passage of time. But she still sings in autumn, and her Qiu Ge is loud, soft and enthusiastic. My cousin's literary dream was forgotten by the solemn season in Little Sa, and her relatives worried that she would be decadent or depressed. Looking at her thin face, I didn't know my cousin had such infinite energy in her heart. She used women's flexibility to create a virgin land of her own. She raised money to set up her own nursery stock base, traveled thousands of miles to the south to learn the cultivation techniques of greening flowers and trees, and bought back tree species suitable for northern growth from the south, such as Lagerstroemia indica, Aquilaria sinensis, Begonia and Paeonia lactiflora. In the spring when the snow and ice melt, my cousin is busy planting seedlings and flowers in the field, weeding and dusting in the hot sun in summer, and watering the strong flowers and trees with drops of sweat in autumn. Her seedling base is lush and colorful under the irrigation of her hard work and sweat. Cousin posted sales information on the Internet, and schools and government agencies in several nearby counties flocked to buy her flowers and trees. My cousin sold it to them at a price lower than the market price, and sent manpower for technical cultivation guidance. Therefore, her flowers and trees are in short supply, and her cousin also led the people in the same village to the road of planting flowers and trees. Her cousin teaches technology without reservation, and it is incumbent on anyone who needs her. In two years, my cousin brought out the first seedling base village in the town. Every spring and summer, the flowers and trees in the field are in full bloom, and customers come to buy them in an endless stream. My cousin became the boss of a well-known seedling planting company, driving the villagers to get rich together. She was named the provincial "March 8th" red flag bearer and was elected as the representative of the city and county people's congress. After becoming famous, my cousin still hasn't forgotten her literary dream. After finishing her work, she has set up a pen that has been put on hold for many years. Because of the accumulation of life and the tempering of years, my cousin's articles are more profound and thoughtful. She has a large number of fans and has become an eye-catching writer with high click-through rate on the Internet. Then, my cousin's literature was like a torrent, and she published her own collection of essays, Finding Dreams, and set up her own station at her own expense. My cousin's long-cherished wish has always come true.

I had a long chat with her on qq that day. We talked about life, love and marriage, and many opinions were not divided because of the sense of distance. Seeing her entrepreneurial footprint from her cousin's mental journey, the screen has a deep respect for her and has been greatly inspired. A person's success lies not in how high his educational background is, especially in women, but in continuous progress, self-reliance and self-improvement, not in climbing Cheng Gui. Only such a woman can stand on the world, win applause and win the respect of everyone. I am proud of having such a cousin, and I am even more proud of my cousin's independence.

"It is natural to see plum blossoms in the snow, and it is elegant for Xun Mei to walk in the snow." I kept plum blossoms for several years, enjoyed their fragrance, and got drunk with Merlin. To go to Xun Mei, you don't need to climb a hillside or cross a small bridge. You can see the branches and jade in full bloom, as bright as sunrise and as white as snow. More is to admire Mei's character, quiet and elegant, perseverance, integrity, supercilious. Overlooking the frost and snow, fighting cold. The charm of personality has been praised by literati and elegant guests in past dynasties. I have been to Meishan in Nanjing, where plum has nothing to do with snow and is the messenger of spring. Therefore, I can't find the faithfulness and aloofness of Hanmei in the north. I only love Mei in my hometown, because she is free from vulgarity and can bring the breath of spring to the solemn winter. Mengmei, a dream, constitutes my special feelings for this plant with strong personality. "In the forest of ice and snow, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, they are fragrant all night and scattered into the spring of Wan Li." Spitting plum blossoms, ling cold opens it alone, enjoying such a maverick style. Look again, my cousin is the embodiment of Mei, how can I not feel admiration and nostalgia! The world where Mei Xiang Xue kissed brought me too much joy, too many memories and too much nostalgia. My obsession with writing is probably influenced by my cousin. I often dream of returning to Meiyuan, where snowflakes are flying, red berries are pretty, rime is enchanting and beautiful. It is a painting screen that will never fade in my heart. Cousin Mei is the eternal goddess in my memory painting screen.