Who can tell me some poems with Mei Xue?

Snow 1. The grass withers and the eagle is anxious, and the snow is light. (Wang Wei: Hunting) 2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai) 3. I know from a distance that it's not snow, because it smells good. (Wang Anshi: plum blossom) 4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 6. Qinghai has a long haul of dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: Seven Songs of Joining the Army) 7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai: "Difficult to Go") 8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi: "Don't move big") 9. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. (Du Fu: quatrains) 10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky. (Cen Can: (Bai Xuege sends Tian Shuji Wu home) Mei gave a gift. In the Song and Six Dynasties, Mei was sent to a leading family as a messenger. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is as far north as bloom is late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it. Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! . Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps. Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. On the plum river, Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree, blooming Hanshui River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls. Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad. It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. 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. Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. 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. Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know. Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing. Plum Blossoms Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang planted a plum tree, and now he suddenly sees several plum blossoms. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. 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. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old. I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables lack nails and red wax blooms. How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night. Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Plum blossoms are in full bloom in Sushiling, Song Mei, but no pedestrians will come. Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost. Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real. Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so 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 kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow. I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading. Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea. Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease. No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. 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? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool, and I want to see them when I am in bloom. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. Mianxuelin in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei, and this body, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Mo Meiyuan, Wang Mian, my home is on the edge of the West Wild Goose Lake, with faint ink marks in full bloom. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away. A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers. Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year. There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend. Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take a picture by the cold pond. I'm only worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most.