曾怜原上草,更爱万年蒿。叶冷摧霜剑,枝寒断雪刀; 立身出大岭,纵目入云霄, 绿染荒凉地,天生格调高。这是我在驼梁主峰见一丛丛万年蒿写下的诗。诗难述事,文以补之。在驼梁,我说:“这是万年蒿。”有友怀疑说:“蒿有多年生的么?”我非植物学家,不敢再往下说。回到家里,便查《河北植物志》,在第三卷112页查到了它,书上说它又名毛莲 Have pity on the grass, love more years Artemisia. Frostbite cold frost sword, sticks off the snow knife; stand out of the big ridge, vertical head into the sky, green with desolate, inherent high tone. This is my poem in the main peak of a camel to see a bunch of years Artemisia wrote. Poetry is difficult to say things, the text to make up. In the humpback, I said: “This is a millennium wormwood.” There are friends who suspect that: “Artemisia perennial?” “I am a non-botanist, afraid to say anything further. Back home, they check the ”Flora of Hebei", found in the third volume of 112 pages it, also known as the book lotus lotus