驿外断桥边，寂寞开无主。已是黄昏独自愁，更著风和雨。无意苦争春，一任群

驿外断桥边，寂寞开无主。已是黄昏独自愁，更着风和雨。无意苦争春，一任群芳妒。零落成泥碾作尘，只有香如故。

There is a broken bridge outside the post. It is lonely and has no owner. It is already dusk, worrying alone, more wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, but any group of Fang is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrant as before.<br>

Outside the bridge outside the bridge, the plum flowers lonely lonely flowers, no matter. The twilight came, the plum blossoms helpless, already tired, but also suffered by the wind and rain. The plum blossom does not want to go to struggle to struggle Blooming, the envy and repulsion of flowers do not care. Even after the fall, be ground into the earth, and into dust again, the plum flowers are still as usual out of the fragrance of continuously.