Today's weather is fine, and the creepers on the half-wall are tossing and waving in the breeze. The occasional birdsong passes, and it's a good time to relax. I coded on the balcony, imagining whether Yangzhou at this time was as beautiful as described in the book. When I looked up, I saw that my own triangular plum had quietly bloomed sometime. It's very gratifying to huddle together. Look at the plum planted in the winter of last year, the young leaves that have been stretched out before have withered, and the good mood has been ruined most of them at once, and they have been planted for several years, but there is no year to survive, this year was originally very good, and recently the code word has been neglected to take care of, and I don't want to be ruined again. It's a pity, I'm working hard this winter, and I hope that the plum blossoms will be good in the coming year.