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Album of poems with inscribed paintings
Qing Dynasty·Puhe
Nothing is missing Plum blossoms, come back after harvesting the plum blossoms.
The snow is deep and spring is still shallow, half of it is blooming at home.
After Snow in the Mountains
Qing Dynasty·Zheng Xie
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is bright, the clouds are pale and the sun is cold.
The eaves are not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
Painting Plum Blossoms
Qing Dynasty·Jin Nong
The old plum blossoms become more energetic as they get older, and there are still people in Shuidian Mountain Tower.
It is so clear that it is very cold, as if I knew that the bright moon was my predecessor.
Inscribed on Tang Jie Yuan Xiaojing
Qing Dynasty·Yun Shouping
After the snow, the gentle breeze enters the green sky, and the cold air of Huaxi puts on the spring clothes.
Cross the south bank of the bridge to find spring, and return home with plum blossoms everywhere.
Inscribed on Plum Blossoms
Wang Shishen of the Qing Dynasty
One or two rows of plum blossoms are planted in the small courtyard, and the paintings are empty and sparse with shadows covering the clothes.
The ice melts into snow and the moon adds whiteness, and the east wind brings fragrance every day.
Early Plum Blossoms
Qing Dynasty Ning Tiaoyuan
The bright purples and reds show the shameful effect, and the spirit can only be seen at the end of the road.
Under the blue cliffs deep in the mountains and rivers, you can’t miss the spring even if it blooms several times.
Withered plums
Qing Dynasty·Wu Qi
Strange fragrance and different colors are blooming in the forest, and it has suddenly become popular in the past hundred years.
Take away all the essence, leaving only the bones for people to see.
Inscription on Plum Blossoms
Li Fangying of the Qing Dynasty
The plum blossoms have not sprouted on this day, and the rotating universe belongs to the painter.
The spring breeze lingers on the bottom of the pen, and the painting always blooms.
Inscription on Plum Blossoms
Li Fangying of the Qing Dynasty
The ink marks on the paper are new, and the plum blossoms are most attractive at certain points.
I hope that the wind will blow far away, and every door and lane will become spring.
Plum Blossom Poems
Qing Dynasty·Yu Yue Neizi
I can withstand the snow and frost in the world, and the flowers on their heads are fragrant first.
Qingfeng has its own immortal bones, and it is better to go to Yutang for coolness.
He Neizi's Plum Blossom Poems
Qing Dynasty·Yu Yue
There is frost in the dust-free courtyard at night, and it is not the usual fragrance when I see it.
On a cold night, we dream of Luofu together, and we are better than Dongpo in the snow hall.
Exploring Plum Blossoms in the Yuan Dynasty Tomb in the Rain
Qing Dynasty and Song Dynasty
Exploring Plum Blossoms in the Rain and Surviving the Rain, The Stones Clanging and the Staff Can Make Sounds.
The clouds, shadows, and flowers flicker, and the pines, waves, and rocks are noisy with each other.
The rhyme is suitable for walking on a leisurely Zen couch, and walking in a quiet and loving garden.
Looking at the vast sea of ??fragrant snow, the mountainside of my home is a good title.
Falling plum blossoms
Qing·Lüran
The gentle breeze and raindrop moss pattern can smell the lingering fragrance in silence.
The forest is covered with snow, and the top of the mountain is covered with clouds.
There is no need to blow across the rivers and rivers, but the most precious thing is the empty branches and the cold evening.
Looking back at the foot of Gushan Mountain, frost birds and white butterflies are everywhere.
Plum Blossom Poetry
Gao Qi
The qiongzhi can only be found in Yaotai, but who can plant them everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River.
The noble man lies in the snow-covered mountains, and the beauties come under the moonlit forest.
In the cold, the sparse shadows are scattered on the bamboos, and in the spring, the lingering fragrance is covered by the desert moss.
He Lang has no good chants since I left, and the east wind is full of sorrow.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Visiting Miaoyu and Begging for Red Plums
Cao Xueqin
Before the wine was opened and the sentences were not cut, I went to Penglai in search of spring and greetings with friends.
Instead of begging for the dew from the master's vase, I beg for the plum blossoms outside Chang'e's threshold.
When you enter the world, the cold peach red snow goes away, and when you leave the dust, the fragrant purple clouds come.
Chaya, who regrets that poetry has thin shoulders, and the moss of the Buddhist courtyard is still stained on his clothes.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (The Red Letter)
Cao Xueqin
The peaches are not yet fragrant and the apricots are not yet red, and the east wind laughs before the cold.
It is difficult to distinguish the spring when the soul flies to Yuling Mountain, and the clouds are separated by the clouds and the dream is not clear.
The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the immortal helps the drunken person to cross the remaining rainbow.
It seems that it is not an ordinary color, the shades are determined by the ice and snow.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (the word plum)
Cao Xueqin
White plum blossoms are lazily assigned to red plum blossoms.
A frozen face is covered with traces of blood, and a sad heart without hatred is turned into ashes.
Accidentally swallowed the elixir to remove the real bone, and stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus.
The spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is brilliant, and the bees and butterflies are full of doubts.
"Dream of Red Mansions" Ode to Red Plum Blossoms (huazi)
Cao Xueqin
The branches are sparse and the flowers are bright, and the children are luxurious in spring makeup.
There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisure hall, and there are sunset clouds on the empty mountains with running water.
Youmeng Leng follows the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of immortals spreads across the Jiang River.
The predecessor must be of Yaotai species, so there is no doubt about the difference in appearance.
Gift to Fan Ye
Lu Kai in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
When he met the post envoy, he broke the plum blossoms and sent them to the Longtou people.
If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a spring branch.
Early plum blossoms
Zhang Wei
A tree with white jade strips of cold plum blossoms stands next to the village and the bridge over the stream.
I don’t know if water blooms appear first, but it is suspected that they have not sold out after winter snow.
On a cold night
Du Lei
On a cold night guests come to drink tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove begins to boil and turns red.
On the first month of the year, plum blossoms are the only thing that is different.
Mei
Wang Qi
The bamboo fenced thatched cottage is willing to be free from the slightest dust intrusion.
Only because of misunderstanding Lin Hejing, the poet has been talking about it to this day.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom in Zhenshi Garden
王銊
Sit among the flowers as the sun sets late, and there are thousands and thousands of fragrant snow branches.
Since the beginning of spring, there have been no good sentences, but here the staff and quinoa suddenly become poems.
One of "Miscellaneous Poems"
Wang Wei
You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
In front of the garden tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.
First encounter with plum blossoms
Zhuan Lu
The ground north of the Yangtze River is not as warm as the south,
The south of the Yangtze River is easy to break the heart of people from the north.
Rouge peach cheek pear pollen,
*** as a winter plum makeup.
Ci Yun Zhongyu Early Plum
Huang Tingjian
The cold fragrance is folded without revealing the essence,
There are two or three small bamboo sticks leaning against the sun.
Luo Wei's green leaves are deeply nourishing and nourishing.
It has been known to the Traveling Bee Saint.
November Back Garden Flowers in Bloom Part 2
Cai Xiang
The sun is warm and fragrant, and they are already in full bloom.
When they were in bloom, they were in full bloom. Thousands of times.
How can the spring breeze be sentimental?
It comes and goes with flowers.
Mo Mei
Zhang Zhen
In the mountainside valley and waterside village, the flowers were sparse and the soul of the visitor was cut off.
I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows misty rain and darkens the dusk.
Plum Plum Blossoms
Dark fragrance and sparse shadows
Jiang Kui
In the winter of 1911, I carried snow to the stone lake. At the end of the month, I taught Jiansuo Sentences and recruited new sounds to compose these two pieces of music. Shihu played with it endlessly and asked the prostitutes to learn it. The syllables were harmonious and euphemistic, so they named it "Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadow".
Secret fragrance
In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times, and I played the flute beside the plum blossoms. To arouse beautiful women, no matter the cold or climbing. He Xun is getting older now and has forgotten the spring breeze of poetry. But it is strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao mat. The country of Jiang is in complete silence. Sigh and send it to the road far away, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry, but the red calyx is speechless and remembers each other. I remember once hand in hand, thousands of trees overwhelmed the cold green of the West Lake. There are also pieces and pieces, and they are all blown away. How long will it take to see them?
Sparse shadows
The mossy branches are decorated with jade, and there are small green birds, sleeping together on the branches.
We met as guests, at dusk in the corner of the fence, leaning against the bamboos in silence.
Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, but he secretly recalls Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
I want to wear the ring and return on a moonlit night, turning into this lonely flower.
I still remember the old things in the deep palace. The man was sleeping and flew close to the moth green.
Nothing is like the spring breeze, regardless of the waxing and waning, it will arrange a golden house as soon as possible.
I still want to go with the tide, but I feel resentful and sad.
Waiting for a long time, looking for the fragrance again, it has entered the small window banner.
Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Linjiang Fairy Plum
Li Qingzhao
The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, for whom the beauty is haggard.
It is good to have a clear dream at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop playing.
Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be late, and the apricot blossoms will not be fat.
Ji Renjiao·Feelings of plum blossoms blooming in Houting
Li Qingzhao
The jade is thin and fragrant, the sandalwood is deep and the snow is scattered. I hate that it is too late to explore the plum blossoms this year.
Jianglou Chuguan, the water is far away between the clouds.
The clear day is forever, leaning on the railing and the green curtain is rolled down.
We sat down with the guests, the wine was full in front of us, and the singing was flowing like water.
The southern branches can be planted, but they need to be pruned frequently. Don’t wait for the west tower to sound Qiang Guan several times.
Gu Yan'er
Li Qingzhao
People in the world write plum poems, and their writing is commonplace. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.
Rising up from sleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I have endless words and wonderful thoughts.
The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace, and my feelings are like water.
Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and there is so much love in spring.
The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, urging thousands of tears to fall again.
When the flute player goes to the empty jade tower, who will he lean on with a broken heart?
If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it.
Yulou Chun · Red Plum
Li Qingzhao
The red plum blossoms are willing to be broken into pieces, and the southern branches are blooming all over?
I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, dull and damaged, and worried about not leaning on it.
If you want to take a look, then come and rest. It may not be possible tomorrow.