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Into the Lingfeng, far to see, only to see a plum tree stands upright in the edge of the grass. The Red Plums looked as if they had been dyed with paint. The red plums looked like clusters of flames leaping from one patch to another. Gradually
approaching, only to find that there are a few red plum blossom is still in Bud, the bud there is a small hole, like a bottle cap, like a shy little girl red face; A few are in full bloom.
Flowers in the spring wind show their perfect posture, let people looking at the eyes, how can not see enough, the green grass sticks out his head, foil flowers, willow swing branches praise flowers,
birds sing for flowers. Attracted by the Faint Fragrance of the plum blossom, the butterfly and bee come all the way to collect the honey, stop on the flower, talk with the flower, play with the Dewdrop, let the busy people in the heart of the day, slide a beautiful arc.
Wisps of West wind rippling, early winter morning fog diffused thick cold, one night ice cream, plum branches out of Ice Crystal Jade, clear with Breakfast at Tiffany's, like the jade Burmannia Wallichii. With Green Buds and a pretty face against the snow, the red plum blossoms play with the Ten-zan snow.
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