办公室的窗外有一株亭亭的寒梅,每逢年末发来年第一期稿件的时候,恰是她悄然绽放的季节。她的密友芍药、桂子和牵牛们,在寒风中瑟缩着,象古罗马的遗迹,美丽是光荣的过去。而她艳黄的、腊质的和骄傲的花瓣,在冰雪中姿意地妖娆着,愈是寒冷,愈是明媚。此刻,春天已在枝头,在坚硬的泥土中,在皑皑的积雪下,缓慢而又坚定地孕育着生命的信息。这一树梅花就是春天的使者,在冰雪的世界里顽强地传递着春天的意志。 Office of the window there is a pavilion of Samui, every year at the end of the first issue of the manuscript, it is she quietly bloom season. Her close friends, peony, cinnamon and cows, shrunk in the cold, like the ruins of ancient Rome, the beauty is a glorious past. Her bright yellow, waxy and proud petals, enchanting gesture in the snow, the more cold, the more beautiful. At this moment, the spring has been slowly and steadily giving birth to the message of life on the branches, in the hard soil, under the snow-capped snow. This tree plum is the messenger of spring, in the ice and snow in the world of stubborn transmission of the will of spring.