Plum blossoms are not afraid of cold.

Plum blossoms are not afraid of cold;

1, the plum blossom was broken years ago, and there were more plum blossoms years later. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged.

2. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

3, ten thousand trees are frozen and folded, and the solitary roots are warm and alone. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If the plum blossom can blossom on time next year, I hope it can bloom on the spring terrace of people's love.

4. Xue Mei refused to surrender for Chun, and the Poets' Hall made a comment on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

5. The sky is covered with clouds and grass, and the river is covered with snow and sand. Wild plums can't burn out, but sometimes you can see two or three flowers.

6, Saibei Meidi blowing, Huainan Guishushan Ci. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.

7. Poetry is everywhere, and things are at any time. I have no money for social activities. One ridge is plum blossom.

8. A secluded valley waterside village on the hillside was once full of flowers. I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.

9, outside the bridge, lonely and empty. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy.

10, at the beginning of the half moon lake, the light snow disappeared, and two or three branches were seen in the fence. The fragrance reaches the heavenly heart, but it is not known to ordinary flowers and trees.

1 1, in the snowy forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.

12, the breeze and raindrops are covered with moss, and the fragrance of the desert is heard in silence. The forest is as snowy as snow, and there is a cloud at the top of the ridge. There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies.