Ancient poems about plum blossoms

Ancient poems about plum blossoms:

1, the cold notice is over, and the spring breeze returns to the willow. -Li Bai's Eight Poems in the Palace.

The snow is cold and the plum blossoms are exhausted, and the spring breeze dyes the willow green.

Appreciation: This poem points out the festival in early spring, when the snow melted, the plum blossoms blossomed and the spring breeze returned to the willow trees. Winter goes and spring comes, plum blossoms turn yellow, and flowers and trees are blooming. The words "doing" and "returning" in the poem are poetic eyes. "Exhaustion" is the end of plum blossoms, and "return" is the embodiment of Liu. The attribution here is the use of motivation, that is, the spring breeze brings the willow back, and the snow scenery in spring is extremely vivid.

2. It should be cold at night. I am so bored that Meihua can't sleep. -Huang Sheng's Winter Night in Nanxiangzi.

On a lonely and cold night, it's annoying to think about plum blossoms blooming in the wind. I'm thinking of plum blossom, and plum blossom is thinking of me and caring for each other. When I got up, I saw that the water in the jade bottle had condensed into ice.

Appreciation: The poet associates his "unstable singing" with the "sleepless" of plum blossom. In cold land, there is no sleep at night. The poet didn't say he was worried, but put himself in Meihua's shoes and said he was too worried to sleep. This is a wake-up call and a wonderful idea. The next two sentences say, "I miss Meihua and me, which is a kind of concern." This period shows that not only he is thinking about plum blossom, but also plum blossom is pitying him. They actually became a pair of bosom friends.

3, the old garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new day and night. -Song, "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Post to Cui Rong".

Hometown, home, heartbreaking place, after days and nights, new wicker grows again.

Appreciation: the whole poem is simple and natural, without deliberate carving. Although this poem was written during the Song Dynasty's relegation, it is fresh and refined, and the sad atmosphere gradually spreads in the poem. In the sadness of being demoted, I happened to meet the Cold Food Festival, which evoked painful memories.