What are Yuan Mei's poems?

1, Lake Poems

Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

On bloom Day in February, in Geling, tourists talked about immortals.

Old people's hearts are different from those of tourists, and they don't envy immortals or teenagers.

In February, bloom in Geling was in full swing, and there was an endless stream of tourists along the way, all of whom said they would become immortals. And my mood is different from theirs. What I envy is not the immortals, but the teenagers.

2. Even steps

Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

Even under the west porch, orchids are in full bloom.

Whoever tells the news first will have bees.

Occasionally take a walk under the western corridor and see an orchid quietly blooming. Who spread the news first? Otherwise, how could a bee come to me?

3. Spring breeze

Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

Spring breeze, like a distinguished guest, is prosperous as soon as it arrives.

Come and sweep the snow in front of the mountain and leave all the flowers behind.

Spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and the place you go becomes prosperous immediately. When the spring breeze blows, it melts the snow in Qian Shan, leaving flowers from all over the world.

4.1February 15 in the evening

Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died.

The window is brighter, and it snows every day.

Deep drums were heard in the distance, busy people fell asleep one after another, and the noise in the street gradually subsided. I also blew out the oil lamp to get ready for bed, but after the light went out, I found the room brighter. It turned out that the night sky was full of bright moon, the earth was covered with snow, and the bright full moon and snowflakes reflected on the windows, making the room look brighter than before the lights were blown.

5, "Jixing"

Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

It is difficult to write a hobby, and only when a poem is ever-changing can you feel at ease.

Grandma is still like a family member, so don't look at her hair until she combs it.

Because it is always difficult to love beauty and write well, a poem always needs to be revised repeatedly to feel at ease. Like an elderly woman, or like a girl who just arrived. Don't look at her hair until it is combed.