Plum Blossom by Wang Yuan Mian.
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.
Spring breeze blows in March, and the ice and snow gradually melt. The mountain near Hunan is green, as if it had been washed by water. I heard the flute of the dragon, but no one appeared. I saw countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
Wang Yuan noodles with white eyebrows.
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Bai Mei, born in the freezing winter, is proudly open and not confused with peaches, plums and flowers. Suddenly flowers bloom overnight, and the fragrance spreads all over the world.
Appreciation: Judging from the great conception skills of poetry, this is a work of "expressing one's will through supporting things". With the help of the nobility of plum blossom, the poet expressed his lofty ambition of sticking to his own sentiment and not colluding with the secular world.
Wang Yuan noodles in Mo Mei.
The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
There is a plum tree in the West Wild Goose Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms are all covered with faint ink marks. Don't need others to praise its beautiful color, just need the fragrance of plum blossoms to diffuse between heaven and earth.
Appreciation: The poet praised Mo Mei and Dont Ask For Help, and only wanted to leave a fragrance of virtue to the world. In fact, he used Mei as a metaphor to express his attitude towards life and his noble sentiment of not being kitsch.