I love friends of pines, cypresses, plum blossoms and orchids

No matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south

I taste the fragrance of plum blossoms in my bones

People are like autumn water and jade are gods.

The modest bamboo has lower-headed leaves

The proud plum has no upward-facing flowers

Learn from the green bamboo until you are old and modestly keep the energy festival

Respect the green pine for a long time After the wind and rain, I don’t know the cold

The three friends are pine, bamboo and plum in the cold year,

The peach, plum, apricot and spring warm the family.

I have three loves: strange books, horses and beautiful mountains and rivers

The four things planted in the garden are green bamboos, green pines and white plum orchids

Red plum trees stand proud of thousands of snowflakes

Green pines with cold-resistant leaves last for thousands of years

Green pines and green cypresses welcome the arrival of spring

White snow and red plum blossoms bring blessings

Heavy snow weighs on green pines

Green pines are tall and straight.

No meat makes people thin

None Bamboo makes people vulgar

How can plum blossoms smell so fragrant without a cold to the bone

Plum, pine and bamboo are the three friends of the cold year

Integrity and purity Three Essentials of Being an Official

Three Friends of Plum, Pine, and Bamboo in the Winter

A Pool of Calligraphy, Painting, and Poetry in Hanyuan

Three Friends of Pine, Bamboo, and Plum in the Cold

The sun, moon, and stars in the blue sky A Scene

Three Friends of Pine, Bamboo and Plum in the Cold Season

An elegant tribute to the four essences of literature and history

Three Friends of Pine, Bamboo and Plum in the Cold Season

A Family of Peaches, Plums and Apricots in Spring Breeze

Better to know after frost and snow

See the heart of pine and bamboo alone

Plum blossoms and iron are bones

Green bamboo is the heart

The wind blows the bamboo leaves, the dragon swings its tail

The rain hits the cockscomb, the phoenix, and the head

The wind shakes the bamboo shadows with sound painting

The rain hits the plum blossoms without words

Plum blossoms in the snow are called heroes

Chrysanthemums in the frost are heroes

Pine flowers fill the sky with thousand-year medicine

Tung leaves fill the clouds with five-color fragrance

A path of pine shade is covered with wet white clouds

The shadows of flowers are half-curtained and the sun is late