1, Xue Mei didn't want to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet's pavilion paid a review. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
2. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
3, there is plum, no snow, no spirit, snow and no poetry. The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
4, outside the bridge, lonely and open. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
5, thousands of trees are frozen and folded, and the solitary roots are warm and alone. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The wind is too fragrant to disappear, and the bird can see the plain face. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.
6, the wind and rain send spring back, flying snow welcomes the spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
7, early plum trees, reflecting Chu Tianbi. At night, the north wind blows and smells fragrant, adding a touch of white to the thick frost in the morning. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends?
8, the branches are fine and leafy, and the buds are pearls. A flower suddenly changes, and a hundred flowers blossom. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.
9, the more awe-inspiring the number of snow abuse winds, the highest integrity in flowers. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
10, counting the calyx with snow at the beginning, it is difficult to draw calligraphy and painting alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
1 1, think about the past and say goodbye. Remember the season Beauty is like a flower. Beauty returns. The day is coming. Juanjuan Heng E, 35, also lost. Cuimei cicada nunnery was born and left. It pains me to look at a brothel. Looking in the dream. Lying in the witch cloud. I feel tears flowing from the beads and dripping into the depths of Hunan. There is nothing to worry about. Play green. Like mountains and running water. Fantastic and connected. Absolute bosom friend I don't know if it's rain in the clouds and He Shancen.
Acacia is incomparable. Beads and foils are carved a thousand miles. Leaks will be divided. The moon window is bright and clean. Plum blossoms suddenly bloom overnight. I doubt it's a gentleman.
12, twelfth lunar month, feeling plum blossoms. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.