Pine, bamboo and plum are called "three friends in cold years", and you know how to recite their poems.

The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.

Song Qing Hyundai. Rola Chen

There are pine trees 100 feet big and 10 yards around. They were born at the bottom of the canyon, cold and crude.

-"Xi Di Song" Tang Bai Juyi

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.

The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

-Tang Du Fu's Ode to Bamboo

Xue Mei

Song 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 kind of plum fragrance.

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because there is fragrance coming.

Three Friends in Winter ―― Pine Trees

Tao Xingzhi

On Wansongling, pine trees are swaying and surging.

Shake the first peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Thousands of troops are furious; The sea rises from the mountain.

Bamboo green, plum blossom red, moving west to east,

Strive for the last five minutes, let a hundred flowers blossom and smile,

For three winters.

Three Friends in Cold Years-Seven Musts

loose

The vicissitudes of life have passed the ancient roots,

Stand tall and climb with a bird's eye view;

Screen the moon to welcome the rising sun,

Open-minded, cold-tolerant.

A kind of bamboo

The coquettish swan song of the Millennium,

Aoxueling ointment is meaningful;

Elegant, quiet, clear and green,

Drive sages with high morals and bright festivals.

Chinese plum

Jade bone, Ice Muscle, it's spring.

Leaning against bamboo with snow and frost;

The beautiful image is sparse, oblique, elegant and thin.

Qingxi drizzle is accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Chrysanthemum-Huang Chao

Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.

Qing Jiang Yin Yong Mei-Guan Yunshi

My heart is so attractive to people that I can't bear to fold it gently. The bridge is foggy, and the thatched cottage is clear. How many springs are included.

A new bamboo shoot in Changgu North Garden-Li He

I write Chu ci in the green light, and I am tired of fragrant spring powder.

Who is ruthless and who is hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.

Lu You's "Yongmei of the Operator"

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. I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and they are all smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.