Snow loses plum, a poem with similar fragrance.

One of them

It is said that there is a breeze in the flowers of Daomei, and snow drifts are all over the four mountains.

who can incarnate hundreds of billions, and one tree can blossom before the plum blossom?

bis

The valley is more northern, and the flowers are late every year.

Do you know that Gao Biao Yi Yun Jun is in the midst of ice and snow?

ter

The more awe-inspiring the snow-abused wind horn is, the stronger the integrity is in the flower.

when it is out of date, it will drift away, and shame will be more pity for Dongjun.

the fourth

I was drunk with plum blossoms when I walked to the west of Jincheng City.

twenty miles of incense keeps flowing, from Qingyang Palace to Huanhuaxi.

the fifth

I feel bad in my body, and I am anxious to let the plum blossom go.

will you be involved in the rain? No need to teach you green shoes.

Six

Lopuxian, a beautiful woman in an empty valley, looks more beautiful when she washes her makeup.

when you are broad-minded, don't lean on your heart like iron, which lifts your sorrow and breaks your meditation.

No.7

Common things often prevent you from drinking a cup and passing the plum blossoms in a small garden.

the only way to hurt yourself is to look for the dream of spring, and the tongue is ruthless and calls it back.

Eight

In the middle of the month, the shadows are scattered and the snow is fragrant, only to be speechless and heartbroken.

I once ordered flowers with Shi Weng, and I crossed Yao Huang.

Nine

It's difficult to fold and call simply when the rhyme is high, and the fragrant pot is set at the head of the stream.

Mei Ru should be disappointed. There were no celebrities in the past.

ten

The kiosk languishes all day, and the trees and plum blossoms see the remnants.

I only blame this Weng for often thanking guests. Yuan Lai is not afraid of the cold spring.

Eleven

In thirty-three years, the joy of Jinjiang turned into sorrow.

I suddenly saw plum blossom hair at the head of the stream, just like in Qingyang Palace.

the twelfth

reminiscing about the past by the Jinjiang River, winding your head and getting drunk in brothels.

Now Mo Suo's plum blossoms are laughing, and each of them is sad before the ancient post lamp.

Thirteen

Who can draw a thin branch and a cold core? Yangsao Jiangxi used to be a good name.

Today, the east window is idle to wipe, and it is clear to see before you go.

Fourteenth

The flowers on tung hats are like snow, and the wine on the donkey saddle is full of wine.

An De Dan Qing is like Gu Lu, and I will return to the map at night by drawing on the canal?

Fifteenth

After the red plums, there is a kind of spring breeze.

creation is unintentional and intentional, which leads to the release of Weng every day.

Sixteenth

The old pool terrace of the Wang Xiaoyuan in Shu, Wanshumei in Jiangbei and Jiangnan.

It's only strange that Chao Lai's songs are blowing, and the garden officials have reported that they are separated by five.

Seventeen

The plum blossom hand on the lake moves by itself, and the small bridge is the most suitable for romantic.

the host is always a guest, so don't blame the fragrance and resentment.

Eighteen

Gu Mei, our state, was named after the past, and the clouds steamed and the rain stained with green moss.

one branch can only be seen from the monk's window, so don't sell your daughter into Fengcheng.

Nineteen

Tanchun is at the end of the world, and the words of poems are half oblique when drunk.

Today, the stream head is still sipping, so the cold official can't help looking at plum blossoms.