The riverside wild shop is cold and colorless, and the lonely village outside the bamboo sits and watches the plum. -Li Wei
Cloud Leng Jiang is empty, and the shadow of bamboo and plum trees is uneven. -yin
There are only three acres of houses in Zhu Mei, and the mulberry stables look at Wan Sun. Zhu Chen
Snowflakes have been cleared at the beginning of the flight, and bamboo fences can be my home. -Fang Yue
Pine solitary plum cold bamboo empty, here is comparable to the old. -Qian Qianyi
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone, knowing far away that it is not snow, because there is Dimfragrance;
Wind and rain send winter home, flying snow welcomes spring. There is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. There are still beautiful flowers, beautiful flowers, not for spring. When they only reported Spring and bloom, she laughed among the flowers;