All the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.
In Qiancun, Zita Law, a branch opened last night.
The wind sends a delicate fragrance, and the bird looks at the plain face.
If you want to obey the law next year, start watching Chuntai first.
Early plum blossom
There is a cold plum and white jade belt next to the village road creek bridge.
I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom
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.
Wang Mian, Bai Mei
In the snow forest,
Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, it smells good all night,
Scattered like dry Kun Wan Li incense.
Xue Mei Lu Meipo
Xue Mei won't surrender for the sake of spring. The poet put off writing and paid the fixed bill.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.
Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.
The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Zhongrui Competition Day opened, and tourists just got home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Fangcao, and the sunset red is dyed evenly.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
The beggar in the poet's pen is beautiful, and the shadow of Yaochi is clear.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pathetic.