探梅好冷的天,阴沉而灰茫,就是没有雪。暖炉里如炭烧的火苗静静开放。桌上有一杯茶,散着烟雾。我的发丝,被一阵阵飞忽的暖气掀动。小树叶子不知从哪儿钻进来,身上的缎子棉袄非常耀眼,却不容我细看。她说着“梅花开了”,已经踩上一团暖气,倏忽不见了人影。赶着去探梅呢!嗨,除了 The cold days of exploring plum are dark and gray, and there is no snow. In the hearth, the charcoal fire is quiet and open. There was a cup of tea on the table, with smoke. My hair was tilted by waves of heating. The leaves of the tree do not know where to get in. The satin cotton gown on the body is dazzling, but I cannot afford to look at it. She said, “Plum blossoms have opened,” and he has stepped on a group of heaters and he suddenly disappeared. Rushed to explore plum! Oh, except