Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring.
It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.
When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Bu operator Yongmei Luyou
Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.
It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.
I have no desire for spring, and everyone is jealous.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
Mo mei Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with pale ink marks in full bloom.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Early plum blossom
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt belongs to Lincun Road and Xiqiao.
I don't know if the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it was not sold after the winter snow.
Mo mei ju Jian
Don't hate Danqing's waste painter. You don't need to be different but agree.
Jade is not as beautiful as western Western jackdaw, so it is different from Han Palace.
Zaomei Miracle
All the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.
In front of Xue Cun, a branch was opened last night.
Biography of Mo Zhang Mei
Shuixie village in the valley beside the mountain was once ransacked by flowers.
It's boring to hate the east wind, and it's even stormy in the dark dusk.
Zaomei Li Gongming
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.
Mo mei Zhao Bingwen
Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu has never carved a jade man.
Yimei Li shangyin
Settled on the horizon, willing to turn to things.
Cold plum is the most hateful, and it is often spent last year.
Wang Mian, Bai Mei
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and it is not doped with peaches and plums.
Suddenly a Ye Xiang, scattered for Wan Li dry springs.
Mei Wangqi
The bamboo house is satisfied without being invaded by dust.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence.
Bet on plum blossom poems with Xue Zhaoming and lose Wang Anan Stone.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see plums and a pile of snow on the road.
South of Fengcheng, dedicated to the memory of other years, it is difficult to come with the post.
Art design xingzhi
At present, who knows that cold friends are old, only plum blossoms are lonely.
The bright moon is like water every day, and the wine wakes up to listen to Yu Di.
Plum blossom Wang Anshi
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.
Meihua Geng Xin
In the twelfth month and a half, I already feel the plum blossoms.
If you don't believe this Spring Festival Gala, everyone will watch it in the snow.
Plum blossoms in Zhenshiyuan are in full bloom.
Sitting in the flowers, the sunset is late, and there are thousands of fragrant snow.
There have been no good sentences since spring, and the stick has suddenly become a poem.
Lu you in plum blossom quatrains
There is a gentle breeze among the flowers in Dao Mei, and snow drifts are all over four mountains.
How can we incarnate hundreds of billions? A plum blossom blooms.
Wang Wei, one of the miscellaneous poems
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
Open its first cold flower before tomorrow? .
Yang Liuzhi's Ci Liu Yuxi
Plum blossoms in Saibei play strong flutes, and lyrics in Guihua Mountain in Huainan.
Please don't make up the previous songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
Bai Juyi, a newly planted plum blossom
Seven new plums have been planted by the pool, and they should be checked when they arrive.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Lu Zhu, who first met Meihua.
Jiangbei is not as warm as the south, and Jiangnan is easy to break the intestines of northerners.
Rouge peach cheek pear flower powder, * * * such as makeup cold plum.
1 1 The second back garden flower in full bloom-colored incense
The warm incense has been in full bloom, reaching a thousand times.
Spring breeze is sentimental, does it come and go with flowers?
The Secondary Rhyme in Yu Zao's Notes on Huangmei Pavilion
Fold the Leng Xiang without exposing the machine, and let the small barnyard grass bask in two or three branches obliquely.
Luo Wei Cui leaves are deeply nursed back to health, which has been learned by the sage of Youfeng.
Lu you in plum blossom quatrains
At that time, I was drunk for plum blossoms.
Twenty miles later, Qingyang Palace went to Huanhuaxi.
Hongmei sushi
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.
Lu you, one of plum blossom quatrains
There is a breeze among the flowers in Dao Mei, and snow drifts are all over four mountains.
How can we incarnate hundreds of billions? A plum blossom blooms.
Wang Hongmei Shi Peng
Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.
It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.
The second section of plum blossom: land trip
The valley is farther north, and bloom is late every year.
Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
On the ridge? Fan Dacheng
Fog, rain and rouge shine on pine and bamboo, and the river is full of spring breeze.
The city is full of peaches and plums, and the lonely city is empty.
The third verse of plum blossom: a journey to the land
The more the snow blows, the stronger the integrity in the flowers.
Outdated will drift away, and shame will be more pitiful to Dong Jun.
Plum blossoms are beyond reproach.
Suddenly I saw the cold plum tree, the Hanshui bloom.
I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tan Mei Yang Wanli
The quiet steps in the mountain are amazing, and it is already late at night.
A plum and a flower are annoying at the highest branch.
Seeing Mei Zhou Yongnian in Shengen Temple
People from many fragrant countries come and go, but in Hua Xinfeng, birds hang upside down.
I prefer water and light to each other, and the oblique shadows support the waves.
Lu Meipo, one of Xue Mei
There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Inscription Mei Fang Liying
The ink mark on the paper is new, and the plum blossom is the cutest.
I am willing to ride the wind to the distance, and my hometown will be a spring.
Xuemei Second 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.
Ling Mei Zhangdaoqi
Poetry is everywhere, and things are at any time.
I can't afford to socialize, a plum blossom.
Liu Yin's Thought of Viewing Plums
The east wind blew away the dust and dreams of the West Lake home in Chu Shi.
I'm afraid the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is fading away, which is not plum blossom.
To Ye Fan Lucai.
Fold the plums and mail them to the leading family.
Jiangnan has nothing, and it will be given as a gift in spring.
Interview with Miao Yu, Qi Hongmei and Cao Xueqin in A Dream of Red Mansions
The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut.
Don't ask for the dew in the vase, just ask for the plum outside the threshold of Chang 'e.
After China's entry into WTO, the cold powder and snow disappeared, and the dust cut Ziyun.
Those who cherish poetry and thin shoulders still have Buddha moss on their clothes.
A Dream of Red Mansions intones Cao Xueqin's Hua Zi.
Sparse branches are gorgeous flowers, and spring makeup is children's luxury.
There is no snow in the lounge, and there is a sunset in the empty mountain.
The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson.
The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt.
A Dream of Red Mansions sings Cao Xueqin's The Scarlet Letter.
Before the apricot blossoms in Momoka, before the east wind laughs at the cold.
The soul flies to Yuling, the spring scenery is hard to distinguish, and the clouds are separated from the dream.
The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow.
It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade is determined by his ice and snow.
A Dream of Red Mansions intones Cao Xueqin's plum blossoms.
Bai Mei is lazy to give red plums, so they will be beautiful first and intoxicating.
The frozen face is covered with blood, and the sour heart turns to dust without hatred.
Swallow Dan medicine by mistake to remove the true bone, and steal Yaochi to take off the old tire.
It is said that bees and butterflies are full of doubts.
Zaomei 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.
1 1 In the middle of the month, I met plum blossom Li Shangyin in Fufeng Community.
The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.
Su E is only with the moon, and young women won't forgive Frost.
Stretching out a hand that is far from being full of weakness, the injury will be heartbreaking.
Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.
Du Lei on a cold night.
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red.
As usual, it's different when there are plum blossoms in the previous month.
Plum blossoms folded under the lamp after the snow.
The city is full of peaches and plums looking at Dong Jun, and the broken wintersweet is not in spring.
A few windows are incredibly quiet, and the garden is filled with the freshness of Sprite.
Dim fragrance and thin shadow, Jiang kui
19 1 1 last winter, I came to Shihu with snow. After a month, I gave a short sentence and collected new voices to compose these two songs. Shi Hu was amused, and prostitutes changed the name to harmonious syllables, named Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.
A faint scent
The moonlight shone on me several times in the past, playing the flute at the plum blossom, arousing jade people, no matter whether it is cold or hot. He Xun is old, but he forgets the spring breeze words. But it's strange that the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao banquet.
Jiangguo is silent. Sighing away, the snow began to accumulate at night. Green statue is easy to cry, red calyx is silent and nostalgic. I remember working together and thousands of trees overwhelmed the West Lake. When can I see it again?
Thin shadow
Moss branches are decorated with jade, and there are small bluebirds, and the branches stay together. When the guests meet, the hedge corner is dusk and they are speechless and self-reliant. Zhao Jun disliked Hu Shayuan, but secretly remembered Jiangnan Jiangbei. He wants to wear a ring, come back on a moonlit night, and turn this flower into an orphan.
I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green. This is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it looks like, he has already arranged for the golden house to be hidden. He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but he blamed others and lamented Yulong. When the time came, he found the fragrance again and entered the small window banner.
Lonely goose Li Qingzhao
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it will be vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper curtain on the rattan bed woke up, and I can't talk about it, and I don't have any good ideas. Cigarettes cut jade furnace cold, my feelings like water. When the flute rang three times, the plum blossom was broken, and how many Chun Qing.
The small wind dispelled the rain, but it also urged the rain to cry a thousand times. When a flute player goes to Yulou, who will break his heart with? Folding branches is a paradise on earth, and no one can send them.
Linjiang county mei Li Qing Zhao
The courtyard is deep and the cloud pavilion is in late spring. For whom, it gaunt, lost its charm. If I had a good dream at night, I should have sent it to Nanzhi. Jade is thin and sandalwood is infinite, and the Qiang in the south building will stop blowing. Who knows that when the strong fragrance blows, the warm wind will be one day late, so don't go to apricot blossom fertilizer.
I'm charming. My feelings about Li Qingzhao after the opening of the museum.
Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is deep in snow, and plum blossoms are explored too late this year. The Chu Pavilion in the Jianglou is far away in the clouds. The sky is clear and the day is eternal, and the green curtain on the railing is low. When you sit on the guest, you will be full of wine and your singing will be interrupted. Southern branches can be inserted and need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, get some strong pipes.
Fisherman Li Ao Qingzhao
Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and half of the face is charming. On the court, Jade Man bathed in new makeup.
Nature may be intentional, so teach the moon to be exquisite. * * * Reward is to respect green ants, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
Yulouchun Li Hongmei Qingzhao
Is Hongsu willing to break through Qiongbao and explore the end of the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down, you can have a rest, but the wind in the Ming Dynasty may not be strong.
Six strict orders
The lingering snow and wind, melodious spring news, the world is leaning against the building, and there are few geese in the south. Inscription for no reason, Baochai Yao Xi, in the sound of colorful strings, did not return to his hometown. If you think about thinning plum blossoms, it will be fragrant and white at the end of the month. If not, go around to the stream ahead and pick branches. Don't talk about the harm and hatred from afar. Pay the bagpipes, and you can be sad and lonely, and spend flowers and plants.
Liang Zhu Ouyang xiu
The east wind is cold and the plum blossoms are fragrant in the snow. Spring comes early. The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon delicately.
Warm gold stove smells seaweed. I can't help worrying about the wine entering the waves. Xiuchun slept well, and Luo Wei couldn't feel the screen window.
Plum blossoms attract people. Jingxi blocked the snow and Jie Jiang.
Bai Ou asked me whether to stay alone or in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind made the little curtain lamp dizzy, dancing, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past.
Is it an old tour now? Flowers outside the building, willows disembark. Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water is empty. Huang Yun is lonely, soaked with kapok and fur. It is said that no one is as sad as I am. There are plum blossoms tonight, just like me.
Qingpingle Li Yu
Don't come in mid-spring, it will break your heart. The fallen bricks are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.
It's hard to dream a long way without the proof of geese coming. Hate is like the grass in spring. When you go further, it is still alive.