今年二月,我从海外回来,一脚踏进昆明,心都醉了。我是北方人,论季节,北方也许正是搅天风雪,水瘦山寒,云南的春天却脚步儿勤,来得快,到处早像催生婆似的正在催动花事。花事最盛的去处数着西山华庭寺。不到寺门,远远就闻见一股细细的清香,直渗进人的心肺。这是梅花,有红梅、白梅、绿梅,还有朱砂梅,一树一树的,每一树梅花都是一树诗。白玉兰花略微有点儿残, February of this year, I came back from overseas, a foot into Kunming, the heart is drunk. I am a northerner, on the season, the North may be stirring the weather snow, water, cold mountain, Yunnan spring but footsteps, come quickly, early as a beggar-like is urging things. The most prosperous place to spend count Xishan Huating Temple. Less than the temple door, far away to smell a thin fragrance, straight into the heart and lungs. This is a plum, red plum, white plum, plum, and cinnabar plum, a tree and a tree, each tree plum is a tree poem. Magnolia slightly a bit disabled,