What poems describe wintersweet?

Chimonanthus praecox, when it comes to Chimonanthus praecox, we always think it's red plum, but it's not. Chimonanthus praecox is a pale yellow flower, and many poems are about red plum. Below I will share with you some poems about wintersweet.

Short rhyme for wintersweet

Song-Huang Tingjian

Lying on the Trang Van, residual flowers smile and smell like plum blossoms.

The pale spring shirt is windy and windy, and it is a new poem to send.

The second rhyme is Uncle Mela of Han Qing.

Song-Fan Chengda

The drooping thin calyx is slightly frosty, and the cut fiber is dark and fragrant.

The broom wears a golden butterfly and the spring breeze makes the makeup of the old palace.

Chimonanthus chinensis

Song-Yang Wanli

The national fragrance is not known to the world until it reaches the sky in the hall.

Diligently dripping wax seal, a branch was stolen by frost wind.

Huanxisha (Chimonanthus praecox)

Song-Zhao Changqing

Remember that plum blossoms are fragrant and drunk. The broken bridge is silent.

The heron becomes warped, and the sand mouth is affectionate.

Thin shadows lie still, and faint fragrance floats on the moon.

The high-level Qiang tube does not need to be horizontal.

Bodhisattva Man (Chimonanthus praecox)

Song-Han Yuanji

Flowers in the snow in the south of the Yangtze River are like jade. The more romantic, the new clothes.

Just a ray of gold. A thick smell of smoke.

Hedgehog chrysanthemums are gorgeous. But make up the plum noodles.

Nowhere to go. More than one spring.

wintersweet

Song-Dai Fugu

The cold wind is strong, and the fragrance penetrates the screen window.

Who knows that the bottom of the honey spleen has this flower of resurrection.

Chimonanthus praecox and thorn cold clouds

Song Wang Zhidao

A horizontal Asian bamboo shoot is yellow, and the palace is like a new half-forehead makeup.

Leisure seems to be suitable for the second day after winter, and you should be afraid of night frost when eating clearly.

I hate Dan's wine face, and the ice is cold and fragrant.

Taking wax as the flower bottom, the waves sing empty, making a teenager crazy.

wintersweet

Song-He Yinglong

When the honey room is baked on a sunny day, the rosewood recognizes bee yellow in its heart.

Winter won't be blown down by the wind, but I'm surprised that Jiang Mei is easily heartbroken.

wintersweet

Song-Zheng Zhonggang

The dress fairy put on a new dress, which is as yellow as before spring.

Refused to run for the snow, just to pay the lonely fragrance.

wintersweet

Song Wang Shipeng

Butterflies collect flowers into wax and batik flowers.

Once the eyes of the valley are slanting, the names are overwhelming.

Guang qun Fang fu-Chimonanthus praecox

Qing-Liu Hao

Small windows and secluded bottles are ancient, and the promenade is slightly covered with snow beads.

Whoever makes several cases thinks that spring is imminent.

The above eleven poems are all about wintersweet. I like elegant Clivia and holy lotus. But my favorite is Chimonanthus praecox. I am not afraid of the cold when I bloom alone. At school, the teacher told us about the quality of plum blossom and always appreciated its integrity. Making flowers is like this, and so is being a man. I hope we are as tenacious, upright and down-to-earth as wintersweet.