There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Plum, early plum.
East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.
Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.
Su Shi in Hongmei
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.
Take care of your feelings and send spring to the root.
"Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan
Early plums grow tall trees, reflecting Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to give it to Wan Li, across the mountains and rivers.
Sitting and selling cold English is useless to comfort distant guests.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden Lin Bu
People who are fragrant shake off their beauty and occupy the small garden with all kinds of amorous feelings.
The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to talk about, and you don't need to be good at playing golden urn.
Jiang, Plum Blossom
There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now I suddenly saw several flowers in bloom.
Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?
Xue Mei 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 piece of Mei Xiang.
Xue Mei (2) Lu Meipo
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.