A poem praising the noble quality of plum blossoms

There were too many poems praising plum blossoms in ancient times. Here are two poems to share briefly:

Mo mei

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

The first tree in my West Wild Goose Lake has a pale ink mark.

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

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. (second edition)

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There is a plum tree in the West Wild Goose Lake near my home, and the blooming plum blossoms are all covered with faint ink marks.

Don't need others to praise its beautiful color, just need the fragrance of plum blossoms to diffuse between heaven and earth.

Buzo Yongmei

Modern: Mao Zedong

Read Lu You's Yongmei Ci, and use it in reverse.

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

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Wind and rain send spring back here, and flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring. It's already the coldest time in the ice and snow, and beautiful plum blossoms are still blooming on the edge of the cliff.

Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they don't show off, just to report the arrival of spring to people. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will feel extremely gratified.