Wang Yuan cotton

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.

Chinese plum

Wang Yuan cotton

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.

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Ming Xia Wanchun

When I meet flowers, I think of my hometown plum, and the snow covers the cold mountain path. The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others.

Zaomei

Wowkie Zhang

A tree with cold plum and white jade stands near the stream bridge next to the village. I don't know if the splash started first, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.

One of miscellaneous poems

Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Open its first cold flower before tomorrow? .

Boolean operator. ode to the plum blossom

Song luyou

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the 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.

Lu Meipo's Xue Mei in Song Dynasty

Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.