Aloof and cold plum poems

Part 1

I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains.

How can one transform into hundreds of billions and let a man fly in front of a plum tree?

Part 2

The branches in the deep valley can be farther north, and the flowers bloom late every year.

Do you know, Mr. Gao Biao Yiyun, when there is ice and snow?

Part 3

The snow blows and the wind blows louder and louder, and the integrity of the flowers is the strongest.

It will drift away when it is out of date, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.

Fourth

Back when I was walking to the west of Jincheng, I was as drunk as mud because of the plum blossoms.

The fragrance continues for twenty miles, from Qingyang Palace to Huanhua Creek.

Fifth

I feel that I am not feeling well in my body, and I am anxious to let go of the plum blossoms.

Would you like to rush into the rain and cross the river? Don't teach me to wear green shoes.

Sixth

The beauty in the empty valley, Luopuxian, looks even more beautiful after washing her makeup.

In Guangping, don’t rely on your heart as strong as iron, which stirs up pure sorrow and breaks Zen.

Part 7

As a matter of fact, you might as well have a cup of it and bloom the plum blossoms in the small garden.

If you hurt yourself, you can only seek the dream of love, and the ruthless tongue will bring you back.

Eight of Eight

The sparse shadows in the moon and the fragrance in the snow are only heartbreaking because of the silence.

I once made an order for flowers with a poet, and passed Yao Huang in every hill and valley.

Nineth

Gao Yun knew that it was difficult to break the simple call, so he swept the floor and placed a fragrant pot at the head of the stream.

Mei Ru’s explanation should be melancholy. There are no celebrities in the past.

Ten of

The small pavilion relies on the railing all day long, and the plum blossoms of the trees can be seen.

It’s just that this man often thanks his guests, Yuan Lai is not afraid of the cold spring.

No. 11

Thirty-three years later, Jinjiang’s happiness turned into tragedy.

Suddenly plum blossoms were seen at the head of the stream, just like those in the Qingyang Palace.

Twelve

Reminiscing about old travels by the Zhuojin River, having a million dollars wrapped around my head and getting drunk in a brothel.

Nowadays, the plum blossoms are smiling, and everyone is sad in front of the ancient post lamp.

Thirteenth

Who can draw sparse branches and cold pistils? Yang So was famous in Jiangxi Province.

Today the east window is wiped clean, and the eyes of the people who go away will be clear first.

Fourteenth

The tung hats are in disorder and the flowers are like snow, and the donkey saddles are hung sideways and the wine pots are full.

Ande's paintings are as beautiful as Gu Lu's, how can he draw the picture of me returning at night?

Fifteenth

After the red plum blossoms come to Xianmei, a kind of spring breeze blooms all the time.

Creation is done without intention or purpose, and guidance comes every day.

Sixteenth

The old pool platform of Shuwang Xiaoyuan, with thousands of plum trees in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

It’s just that the park officials have announced that they will leave at five o’clock.

Seventeenth

The plum blossoms on the lake move by themselves, and the small bridge is the most suitable for the wind and the moon.

The master is a frequent visitor year after year, so don’t blame the delicate fragrance and complain about it.

Eighteenth

My state’s ancient plum blossoms got their name from the ancient plum blossoms, which grew green moss stained by clouds and rain.

I can only look out of a monk's window, but don't sell thousands of gold to Fengcheng.

Nineteenth

Tan Chun spends every year at the end of the world, writing poems half-slanted while drunk.

Today I was having a drink at Xitou, and Leng Guan couldn’t help but look at the plum blossoms.