The poem that best reflects Yongmei's selfless dedication to plum blossoms is

Yongmei's poems, which can best reflect the selfless dedication of plum blossoms, are scattered into mud and ground into dust, and only the fragrance remains. The whole poem of Yongmei, a fortune teller, is: There is a broken bridge outside the post, and there is no owner in loneliness. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Among them, scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance as before means that petals fall to the ground, broken into pieces, ground into dust and mud, leaving fragrance in the world forever.