Yuan Dynasty: Wang Xu
Two kinds of romance, one kind of production. Snowflakes are like plum calyx. Look carefully, it's not snow, it's wind.
Although it is average, it is only high school. Snowflakes are not as thin as plum blossoms. Plum blossoms scatter to empty mountains, and snowflakes wear curtains at will.
Translation:
Both styles are masterpieces of nature. Snowflakes are like petals of plum blossoms. If you look carefully, they are not snow, because snow has no fragrance, and the wind blows it away.
Although the colors are the same and the shapes are similar, one is taller than the other, and snowflakes are not as thin as plum blossoms. Plum blossoms bloom in the empty mountains, emitting brilliant alien stars, but snowflakes fly low under the curtain of others.
2. Qingpingle is snowing every year.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
translate
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to enjoying plums. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, and involuntary tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I was wandering around the world, and my hair with sparse sideburns was already gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Xue Mei second
Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Translation:
Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament. If it snows without poetry, it will be tacky.
When I wrote this poem at sunset in winter evening, it just snowed again. Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
4. Jiangtian Mu Xue, Shouyang District
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
It will be dusk, the snow will dance wildly, and the catkins will float in Ban Mei.
When the river came to Canhua in the evening, the fisherman disappeared.
Translation:
There is a wind blowing in Tingzhou. Seen from a distance, the sky sweeps the waves like a jade carving. It's a vast expanse of whiteness, and there is a line between water and sky. How magnificent.
The fisherman felt cold and wanted to go home, but he couldn't remember the way home. At this time, the fisherman lay freely on the boat, letting it drift and let it go back. Only a small fishing boat loomed in the thick clouds.
5, night snow
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Translation:
At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow.
I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.