偏僻的驿站旁,有一座断桥,断桥旁边,孤单冷清,寂寞地开着一朵梅花;日落黄昏,暮色朦胧,夕阳映出它孤单的背影;狂风呼啸,暴雨冲刷,它却依旧坚强开放;百花嫉妒,排挤谗毁,却无法使它的傲骨坍塌;凋落在地,化泥成粉,香气却依然沁人心脾。梅花开在郊野的驿站外面,紧傍着破败不堪的断桥,方圆几里,人迹罕至。环境已是如此恶劣,天上又下起了暴雨,刮起了大风,天上地下,四面八 Beside the remote station, there is a broken bridge, next to the bridge, lonely deserted, lonely open a plum; sunset, twilight hazy sunset reflected its lonely back; wind whistling, storm erosion, it is still strong and open ; Flowers envy, crowding out destroyed, but can not make it proud of the collapse; litter in the land, mud into powder, the aroma is still refreshing. Plum blossom outside the inn in the country, close to the dilapidated broken bridge, a few miles radius, inaccessible. The environment is so bad, the sky has started a heavy rain, blowing a gale, heaven and earth, in all directions