Despite the autumn wind and frost, the cabbage flourishes. Late autumn's new green is rare. At this time, the field flowers withered, cabbage is still fresh. Petiole wide and thick, porcelain spoon shaped petals curved upward, in the sun cheerfully raised face, called life out of hope. The white of cabbage is as beautiful as the yellow of pumpkin or the red of chili.
The statement 'The cabbage spills out the essence of life' best sums up the passage.