Mo Mei’s poetry

Ink Plum Blossoms

Wang Mian, Yuan Dynasty

The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are all blooming with faint ink marks.

Don’t let anyone praise you for your good color.

Only leave the pure air to fill the universe.

Mo Mei

Zhang Xi, Song Dynasty

A village by the waterside in a deep valley on the mountainside,

The flowers were sparse and the soul of the visitor was cut off.

I still hate the meaningless east wind,

It even blows mist and rain and darkens the dusk.

Mo Mei

Ju Jian, Song Dynasty

Don't hate the waste of painters,

There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.

The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw,

Therefore, it is because of the dust in the Han Palace.