What are the poems about plum blossoms?

1, Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

2. Yu Qian's Lime Ci in Ming Dynasty

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.

I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.

Stones mined from the deep mountains after thousands of times of chiseling regard the burning of blazing fire as a very common thing. Even if it is smashed into pieces, it is not afraid, as long as the noble moral integrity stays in the world.

3. Mo Mei in Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty.

The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.

Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.

There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home. Plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be stained with a touch of ink. It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just need to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.