plum

East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.

Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.

Red Plum

Su Shi

Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.

Take care of your feelings and send spring to the root.

Zaomei

liu zongyuan

Early plums grow tall trees, reflecting Chu Tianbi.

The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.

I want to give it to Wan Li, across the mountains and rivers.

Sitting and selling cold English is useless to comfort distant guests.

Chinese plum

Jiang

There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now it suddenly blooms.

Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?

Xue Mei (1)

Lu Meipo

For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.

Xue Mei (2)

Lu Meipo

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

Chinese plum

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.

It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.

Zaomei

Wowkie Zhang

Next to Lincunxi Bridge, there is a cold plum and white jade belt tree.

I don't know if the recent splash has started, but it is suspected that it has not been sold in Chun Xue.

Ode to Plum Blossoms (Bu Suan)

Mao Zedong

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.

When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

Ode to Plum Blossoms (Bu Suan)

Lu you

Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.

It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.

I have no desire for spring, and everyone is jealous.

Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.

Mo mei

Wang Mian

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Mo mei

Ju Jian

Don't hate Danqing's waste painter. You don't need to be different but agree.

Jade is not as beautiful as western Western jackdaw, so it is different from Han Palace.

Zaomei

Miracle

All the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.

In front of Xue Cun, a branch was opened last night.

Mo mei

Wowkie Zhang

Shuixie village in the valley beside the mountain was once ransacked by flowers.

It's boring to hate the east wind, and it's even stormy in the dark dusk.

Mo mei

Zhao Bingwen

Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu has never carved a jade man.

Yimei

Li shangyin

Settled on the horizon, willing to turn to things.

Cold plum is the most hateful, and it is often spent last year.

Bai mei

Wang Mian

This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and it is not doped with peaches and plums.

Suddenly a Ye Xiang, scattered for Wan Li dry springs.

Chinese plum

Qi Wang

The bamboo house is satisfied without being invaded by dust.

Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence.

Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.

Wang Anshi

Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.

South of Fengcheng, dedicated to the memory of other years, it is difficult to come with the post.

Chinese plum

Gong Xingzhi

At present, who knows that cold friends are old, only plum blossoms are lonely.

The bright moon is like water every day, and the wine wakes up to listen to Yu Di.

Meihualuo

In the dead of winter in December, the northwest wind blows bitterly.

Unique plum blossoms fall, no branches float.

Miss chasing frost and walking under the ice.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the word "Hibiscus" was coined.

1 1 In the middle of the month, watch plum blossoms in the hurricane.

Li shangyin

The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.

Su E is only with the moon, and young women won't forgive Frost.

Stretching out a hand that is far from being full of weakness, the injury will be heartbreaking.

Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.

cold night

Du Lei

On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red.

As usual, it's different when there are plum blossoms in the previous month.

Plum blossoms folded under the lamp after the snow.

The city is full of peaches and plums looking at Dong Jun, and the broken wintersweet is not in spring.

A few windows are incredibly quiet, and the garden is filled with the freshness of Sprite.

(of plum blossoms in China) faint/fuzzy fragrance and mottled shadows.

Jiangkui

19 1 1 last winter, I came to Shihu with snow. After a month, I gave a short sentence and collected new voices to compose these two songs. Shi Hu was amused, and prostitutes changed the name to harmonious syllables, named Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.

A faint scent

The moonlight shone on me several times in the past, playing the flute at the plum blossom, arousing jade people, no matter whether it is cold or hot. He Xun is old, but he forgets the spring breeze words. But it's strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao banquet.

Jiangguo is silent. Sighing away, the snow began to accumulate at night. Green statue is easy to cry, red calyx is silent and nostalgic. I remember working together and thousands of trees overwhelmed the West Lake. When can I see it again?

Thin shadow

Moss branches are decorated with jade, and there are small bluebirds, and the branches stay together. When the guests meet, the hedge corner is dusk and they are speechless and self-reliant. Zhao Jun disliked Hu Shayuan, but secretly remembered Jiangnan Jiangbei. He wants to wear a ring, come back on a moonlit night, and turn this flower into an orphan.

I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green. This is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it looks like, he has already arranged for the golden house to be hidden. He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but he blamed others and lamented Yulong. When the time came, he found the fragrance again and entered the small window banner.

Lonely goose

Li Qingzhao

When the world writes a beautiful poem, it will be vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter.

The paper curtain on the rattan bed woke up, and I can't talk about it, and I don't have any good ideas. Cigarettes cut jade furnace cold, my feelings like water. When the flute rang three times, the plum blossom was broken, and how many Chun Qing.

The small wind dispelled the rain, but it also urged the rain to cry a thousand times. When a flute player goes to Yulou, who will break his heart with? Folding branches is a paradise on earth, and no one can send them.

Linjiangxian. Education and industrial mathematics (short for mathematics in education and industry)

Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep and the cloud pavilion is in late spring. For whom, it gaunt, lost its charm. If I had a good dream at night, I should have sent it to Nanzhi. Jade is thin and sandalwood is infinite, and the Qiang in the south building will stop blowing. Who knows that when the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be one day late, so don't go to apricot blossom fertilizer.

Be charming. Reflections on the opening of the back pavilion

Li Qingzhao

Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is deep in snow, and plum blossoms are explored too late this year. Jiang Lou Chu Ting, far away in the clouds. The day is clear and eternal, and the green curtain on the railing hangs low. When you sit on the guest, you will be full of wine and your singing will be interrupted. Southern branches can be inserted and need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, get some strong pipes.

Fisherman Li Ao Qingzhao

Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open. On the court, Jade Man bathed in new makeup.

Nature may be intentional, so teach the moon to be exquisite. Give the green ant a total reward. Don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

Yulouchun Red Plum

Li Qingzhao

Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.

The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down, you can have a rest, but the wind in the Ming Dynasty may not be strong.

Six orders

Yan Dao Ji

The lingering snow and wind, melodious spring news, the world is leaning against the building, and there are few geese in the south. Inscription for no reason, Baochai Yao Xi, in the colorful strings, before returning the guests. Imagine that plum blossoms are sparse, fragrant and white at the end of the month. If not, go around to the stream ahead and pick branches. Don't talk about the harm and hatred from afar. Pay the bagpipes, and you can be sad and lonely, and spend flowers and plants.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Ouyang Xiu

The east wind is cold and the plum blossoms are fragrant in the snow. Spring comes early. The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon delicately.

Warm gold stove smells seaweed. I can't help worrying about the wine entering the waves. Xiuchun slept well, and Luo Wei couldn't feel the screen window.

Plum blossoms attract people. Jingxi block snow

Jie Jiang

Bai Ou asked me whether to stay alone or in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind made the little curtain lamp dizzy, dancing, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past.

Is it an old tour now? Flowers outside the building, willows disembark. Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water flows empty. Huang Yun is lonely and damp with kapok and fur. It is said that no one is as sad as me. There is snow and plum blossoms tonight, just like me.

Zaomei

Wowkie Zhang

A tree with cold plum and white jade belt belongs to Lincun Road and Xiqiao.

I don't know if the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it was not sold after the winter snow.

Zaomei

Miracle

All the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.

In front of Xue Cun, a branch was opened last night.

Biography of Mo Zhang Mei

Shuixie village in the valley beside the mountain was once ransacked by flowers.

It's boring to hate the east wind, and it's even stormy in the dark dusk.

Chinese plum

Qi Wang

The bamboo house is satisfied without being invaded by dust.

Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence.

Beautiful fragrance and color, unique style —— On Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom

There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.

It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.