寒冬，北风呼啸，我望着窗外飘落的雪花，突然看到了一棵拐角处的腊梅花。
In the cold winter, the north wind howled, and I looked out the window at the snowflakes falling. Suddenly, I saw a wax plum blossom around the corner.
远远望去，腊梅花密密点缀在留着残雪的枯枝中，在萧萧枝条衬托下，腊梅花是那样洁净、高雅，黄色的花朵这一团、那一簇，花瓣晶莹通透，仿佛美玉雕琢而成。我打开窗，丝丝缕缕的梅香浮动在空气中，我忍不住深深地吸了一口，令人陶醉不已，古人云：“遥知不是雪，为有暗香来。”大概便是这番体味。
From a distance, the wintersweet flowers are densely scattered among the withered branches with residual snow. Against the backdrop of the bleak branches, the wintersweet flowers are so clean and elegant. The clusters of yellow flowers are crystal clear and translucent, as if carved from beautiful jade. I opened the window, and strands of plum fragrance floated in the air. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, which was intoxicating. As the ancients said:; Yao Zhi is not snow, for there is a hidden fragrance. ” That's probably the scent.( 出自 WWw.ZUOwEnBa.net )
记得前年，我到奶奶家过年，奶奶家的墙角处也有一棵腊梅花，我随手摘了一株腊梅花跑去送给正在忙碌的奶奶，奶奶高兴得合不拢嘴，用她那粗糙的手抚摸着我的小脸，直夸我乖。可是，就在去年，奶奶悄无声息地走了，给全家人留下了无尽的伤痛，从那天起，奶奶的笑容就跟这株腊梅花一同定格在我的记忆中。去年，我又去了一次奶奶家，奶奶的房子空了，但墙角的那棵腊梅花依然在，它迎寒绽放，独具风采。
I remember two years ago, I went to my grandmother's house to celebrate the Chinese New Year. There was also a wax plum blossom in the corner of her house. I picked a wax plum blossom and ran to give it to my busy grandmother. My grandmother was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth and used her rough hands to touch my little face, praising me for being good. But just last year, my grandmother passed away silently, leaving endless pain for the whole family. Since that day, my grandmother's smile has been frozen in my memory along with this wax plum blossom. Last year, I went to my grandmother's house again. Her house was empty, but the wintersweet flower in the corner was still there. It bloomed in the cold and had a unique charm.
腊梅花，它用一身傲骨和韧劲，昂首怒放，不卑不亢，从寒冬到初春，它总是开放着。我心里也有一株腊梅花，它的花瓣白里透黄，沐浴着阳光，开在我的心里。奶奶，我想你！
The wintersweet flower, with its pride and resilience, blooms with its head held high, neither humble nor arrogant. It always blooms from the cold winter to early spring. I also have a wax plum blossom in my heart, its petals are white with a hint of yellow, basking in the sunshine and blooming in my heart. Grandma, I miss you!