Chinese painting does not pay attention to form, but to spirit. Then plums, pine nuts and bamboo are the most suitable. Under the brush of foreigners, their charm can't be drawn anyway. After all, their motherland does not have such a painful historical event as China.

I like plum blossom, and I prefer the ink plum painted by China. It seems unrealistic to paint plum blossoms black, but black plum blossoms also have another charm. It gives people profound thoughts, gives people a sense of pride, and is a spirit of the Chinese nation that is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles.

Under the brush, dark thick sticks are inserted on many twigs, giving people a strong and unyielding posture. The thinnest pole is in full bloom with ink plums, giving people a kind of enlightenment and sublimation of life. The snow-white background seems to be a vast snowfield, and the beauty of ink is like fire, but winter is the fiery red sun that sleeps life. Don't covet the warmth of spring and the hot sun of summer, but germinate in bad cold weather.

The ink plum in the painting stands on the mountain peak, and the treeless shirt lining highlights the refined plum blossom. But Mei is cultivated from vulgarity. Well-cultivated plum blossoms are not beautiful, and flowers exude femininity rather than arrogance. Their colors are dim rather than bright. We can't destroy its pride. Instead of cultivating plum blossoms so hard and making decorations during the Spring Festival, it is better to let them open freely and bask in the sun in the cold environment of barren hills in winter. This is the real plum blossom.

Only black can describe its spiritual depth and past essence. Dark plum blossoms are full of strength and perseverance, and black and white shirts can make plum blossoms glow.

What a plum blossom! What spirit is painted on the paper! What a good sentence "Plum blossoms don't freeze people!" How many hardships, hardships and blood have our Chinese nation experienced before it formed a huge family, an indestructible body condensed with sweat, blood and backbone. It is a simple and never proud peasant spirit. Who says that the white people are above and the simple spirit hidden in the mountains is not empty?

This painting by Mo Mei has long been printed in my heart, and in the heart of everyone in China. We are all every plum blossom, a flower cultivated by the Chinese nation, with a simple spirit and as profound as Mo Mei.