Early Plum Blossoms

Li Gongming

Only the east wind and the west wind blow, and the leaves in the mountains are empty.

Only the plum blossoms cannot be blown away, Still new white embraces new red.

Red plums

Su Shi

Every year, the red plum blossoms bloom, and the riverside is drooping and ready to bloom.

Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, send the spring with straightness and roots.

Early plum blossoms

Liu Zongyuan

Early plum blossoms grow tall in the trees, reflecting the Chutian sky Bi.

The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn.

If you want to give me a gift from thousands of miles away, you will be separated by mountains and rivers.

What use is there to console Hanying when she is in ruins? Guests from afar.

Plum Blossoms

Jiang Weihan

There is a plum tree in front of the Baiyu Hall, and today I suddenly saw several flowers blooming.

Several doors have many doors. Close, how can you get the beauty of spring?

Snowy Plum (Part 1)

Lu Meipo

The plum and snow contended for the spring but refused to fall, so the poet spent money on commentaries. < /p>

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.

Snowy plum (Part 2)

Lu Meipo

Yes Plum blossoms without snow are not spiritual, and snow without poetry is vulgar.

The poems at dusk and snow all over the sky, combined with plum blossoms, are very spring.

Plum blossoms

Wang Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.

I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.

Early plum blossoms

Zhang Wei

A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips stands next to the bridge in Linlin Village.

I don’t know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the spring snow.

Bu Suanzi Yong Mei

Mao Zedong

The wind and rain send the spring back, and the flying snow welcomes the spring.

The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it when it comes.

When the mountain flowers bloom, she laughs in the bush.

Bu Suanzi? Yong Mei

Lu You

Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner.

It is dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain.

I have no intention of struggling for spring, Once upon a time, all the flowers were jealous.

It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.

Mo Mei

Wang Mian

My home washes the inkstone pool On the edge of the tree, blossoming flowers bloom with faint traces of ink.

Don’t let anyone praise the color, just leave the fresh air to fill the world.

Ink plum blossoms

Ju Jian< /p>

Don’t hate the wasted painter, there is no need to seek differences, only similarities.

The jade face is not as colorful as the jackdaw, so the dust is different from the Han Palace.

Early Plum blossoms

All together

Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and alone.

In the deep snow in front of the village, a single branch bloomed last night.

Zhang Zhen

In the village beside the mountains and deep valleys, the flowers were thinned and the souls of the guests were cut off.

I still hate that the east wind is meaningless and blows even more Misty rain and dark dusk.

Mo Mei

Zhao Bingwen

The painter does not paint the face, but he is afraid that others will think I am straight.

Encounter It's impossible not to know each other, Xia Fu has always carved jade figures.

Recalling Plum Blossoms

Li Shangyin

Standing at the end of the world, relying on the beauty of things.

Winter plums are the most hated, often used as last year's flowers.

White plums

Wang Mian

Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is different from peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust.

Wang Mian

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Suddenly a night of fragrance spreads, spreading like spring throughout the universe.

Plum blossoms

Wang Qi

Unable to be invaded by dust at all, the bamboo fence and thatched cottage are free of Willingly.

Because of the misunderstanding of Lin Hejing, the poet has talked about it to this day.

Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a plum blossom poem

Wang Anshi

Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in search of spring. One of them is piled high with snow on the roadside.

I recall the memories of those years on the southern road in Fengcheng. It is difficult for the fragrant trees to come with the messenger.

Plum plums

Plum blossoms

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Gongxingzhi

Who knows the cold weather in front of me, only the plum blossoms accompany the loneliness.

The bright moon fills the sky like water, and when you are sober, you listen to the jade flute.

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Plum blossoms fall

In the middle of winter in December, the cold wind blows from the northwest.

The plum blossoms fall uniquely, floating without clinging to the branches.

Longing for the frost color, walking under the ice Si.

When and in spring, *** reflect the poem of hibiscus.

In mid-November, plum blossoms will be seen in Fufengjie

Li Shangyin

Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost.

Giving a hand that is far away and empty, it hurts and breaks the heart. < /p>

Who will show off early? No need to wait for the next year.

Cold night

Du Lei

On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine. The bamboo soup is boiling and the fire is red.

It is the same as before the first month, but it is different when there are plum blossoms.

After the snow, the plum blossoms are in full bloom and folded under the lamp.

The city is full of peach and plum blossoms, and the red plum blossoms have not yet come into spring.

The few branches outside the window are quiet, and the garden is spritely and fresh.

There is a faint fragrance and sparse shadows

Jiang Kui

In the winter of 1911, I carried the snow to the Shihu Lake. After the moon stopped, I taught Jiansuo lines and asked for new voices to compose these two songs. I couldn't stop playing with the Shihu Lake, which made the prostitutes Li Xi Zhi, the syllables are harmonious and euphemistic, so they are called "Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadow".

Dark Fragrance

In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times, and the plum blossoms were blowing. The flute evokes beautiful women, regardless of the cold and climbing. Now that I am getting older, I have forgotten the spring breeze. But it is strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao mat.

Jiang State is quiet. Silence. Sighs and the road are far away, and the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green statues are easy to weep, and the red calyx is speechless to remember each other. I will always remember that we held hands together, and thousands of trees pressed down on the cold green of the West Lake. They are blown away again, and how long will it be seen.

Sparse shadows

The mossy branches are decorated with jade, and there are small green birds sleeping together on the branches. We meet in the guest house, at dusk in the corner of the fence, silently leaning on the bamboo repair. Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, But secretly recalling the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River. I want to wear a ring and return on a moonlit night, turning it into a lonely flower.

I still remember the old things in the palace. The man was sleeping, flying close to the moth green. Nothing like the spring breeze, no matter how full or full it is. , Arrange the golden house early. I still teach you how to go with the tide, but feel resentment, Jade Dragon's sad song. Waiting for the lost time, looking for the fragrance again, has entered the small window banner.

Lonely Goose

Li Qingzhao

People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is conventional. I tried to write one, and I know that the preface is not wrong.

I fell asleep on the rattan bed and paper tent, and I couldn’t finish it. No beautiful thoughts. The ashes of smoke cut off the jade and the furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water. The flute plays three times, and the plum blossoms are broken, so much love in spring.

The light wind and rain rustle the ground, and it rushes down again, thousands of rows. Tears. When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? If a branch is broken, there is no one in the world or heaven to send it to.

Linjiang Fairy. Plum

Li Qingzhao

How deep is the courtyard? The clouds in the window and the mist in the pavilion are late in spring. Who is haggard and ruining your beauty? It is good to have a clear dream at night. It should be the south branch. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower have stopped blowing. Thick Who knows that when the fragrance blows away, the warm wind will be too late to reach the apricot blossoms?

The beauty of the people is beautiful. I feel the plum blossoms in the back pavilion

Li Qingzhao

Jade The skinny fragrance is strong, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate to explore the plum blossoms this year and it is too late. In the Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the water is far away between the clouds. The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled low. Guests are seated, and the wine in front of you is full, and the singing is flowing through the water. Broken. The southern branch can be inserted, but it must be pruned frequently. Don't wait for the west tower to sound the Qiang pipe.

The proud fisherman Li Qingzhao

It is known in the snow that the news of spring has arrived, and the cold plum blossoms are dotted on the branches. The woman is greasy, her fragrant face is half-opened, and in the court, the beauty is taking a bath with fresh makeup.

Fate may be intentional, so I teach the moon to shine beautifully. *** The bounty is green ants, don’t Cizui, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.

Yulouchun. Red plum

Li Qingzhao

The red bud is willing to be broken, and the southern branches are blooming At the end of the story? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.

The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, dull and damaged.

Liu Yao Ling

Yan Jidao

The snow is still in the wind, the melodious news of spring, the end of the world is leaning against the building, the new hatred, the willows are green, and there are still few wild geese in the south clouds . The word brocade has no reason, Baochai Yao mat, in the sound of colorful strings, it is spelled to honor the guests who have not returned before. I think of the sparse plum blossoms at this time, the fragrance is white at the end of the month, who will go around the stream after farewell, picking the numerous branches with hands. No way. The sadness is high and the hatred is far away, and the bagpipe is given to me, which makes me sad and lonely. I spend time with the past and have sentimental personal memories.

Die Lianhua

Ouyang Xiu

Curtain East Wind Cold weather, fragrant snow

Plum blossoms are the first to announce that spring has come early. The red wax branches have two small swallows, and the gold knife cuts the ribbon to appear delicate.

The golden furnace is spinning to smoke the algae. The wine enters the horizontal waves, and I can't help but worry when I am sleepy. The embroidered quilt is the fifth watch for spring sleep. Okay, Luo Gu did not notice the dawn through the screen window.

Plum blossoms attracted. Jingxi blocked the snow

Jiang Jie

The white gull asked me if I was staying in my lonely boat. The heart stays? If the heart stays, why frown? The wind beats the small curtain and the lights are dancing, facing the idle shadow, deserted and clear, recalling the old travel.

Are the old travels still here today? Outside the flower building, under the willow trees Boat. Dream is also a dream, but not a dream, the cold water flows empty. The yellow clouds in the desert are soaked through the kapok fur. No one in the world is as worried as me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, just like me

Early Plum< /p>

Zhang Wei

A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips, returns to the village road by the creek bridge.

I don’t know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. < /p>

Early plum blossoms

They are all gone

Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and alone.

In the deep snow in front of the village, there was only one branch last night Open.

Moumei Zhangzhen

The mountainside valley and the waterside village were once sparse flowers and cut off the souls of the guests.

I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows even more Misty rain and dark dusk.

Plum blossoms

Wang Qi

The bamboo fenced hut is willing to be free from the slightest dust intrusion.

Only because of mistakes Knowing Lin Hejing has made the poet talk about it to this day.

The fragrance and color are both beautiful and unique - talking about Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.