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A Tale of Quiet Dedication |
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In the midst of the cold winter, the plum blossoms are on the verge of blooming.
We immerse ourselves in their fragrance, unaware of their resilience in the face
of harsh weather. As we admire each delicate flower and inhale their refreshing
scent, they defy the cold and the onslaught of snow, silently bestowing their
beauty upon us.
Plum blossoms do not compete with other flowers for attention, nor do they
engage in a battle of colors. When other flowers wither and the winter chill
pierces through, the plum blossoms transform into graceful fairies, gently
drifting among the mountains and along garden paths. Some are petite and
adorable, like newborn babies; others exude youthful enthusiasm, resembling
lovely, upright maidens; there are those that possess an otherworldly elegance,
emanating the dignity of noble ladies. While the peach blossoms revel with
butterflies in the palaces of spring, the violets climb upward, adorning other
objects, and the peonies flaunt their worldly wealth, the plum blossoms remain
standing in a corner at the foot of the mountains, undeterred by heavy snow or
chilling winds. They bring vibrant colors to the winter landscape, enhancing the
enjoyment of people.
Selflessly, the plum blossoms offer their beauty while still in bud, braving the
frost and snow, bringing joy to people. As Wang Anshi's poem goes, "The plum
tree by the wall is blooming alone in the cold. One can hardly tell it is not
snow; only the fragrance gives it away." It praises the noble quality of the
plum blossom's quiet dedication. We, too, should embody such qualities, and in
doing so, we can make the world a better place. |
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