Poems about plum blossoms in winter

The verses about plum blossoms in winter are as follows:

1. The plum blossoms are broken in the first year, but there are more plum blossoms in the later years. I know that spring is good, what is the worst thing to worry about? The snow and trees are all the same color, and the river breeze is also ripples. The hometown cannot be seen, Wuxiu is gloomy and craggy. ——Du Fu's "Jiangmei"

2. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom"

3. Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and alone. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night. The wind carries the delicate fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery. Next year, as expected, Wangchuntai will be the first place to visit. ——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms"

4. The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so Sao Renge paid for the review. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. ——Lu Meipo's "Snowy Plum"

5. The sky is very different, the clouds are hanging down, and the river is covered with snow and sand. The wild plums cannot be burned out, but two or three flowers can be seen every now and then. ——Liu Ji's "Ancient Fortress"

6. The plum blossoms in the north of Saibei are played on the Qiang flute, and the poem on the osmanthus hill in Huainan is played. Please don't play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the new translation of willow branches. ——Liu Yuxi's "Poems of Willow Branches"

7. There is poetry everywhere, and there is beauty at any time. There is no time for socializing, and there are plum blossoms everywhere. ——Zhang Daoqia's "Lingmei"

8. The waterside village in the deep valley beside the mountain was once devastated by the sparse flowers. I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows misty rain and darkens the dusk. ——Zhang Si's "Mo Mei"

9. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. ——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"

10. The light snow has just begun to disappear and the moon is half over the pond, and two or three branches can be seen in the distance by the fence. The fragrance spreads to the heart of heaven, without telling the ordinary grass and trees. ——Fang Xiaoru's "Painting Plum Blossoms"

11. Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe. ——Wang Mian's "White Plum"

12. Gentle breeze and raindrops, moss patterns, and the lingering fragrance can be smelled quietly. The accumulation under the forest is like snow, and the top of the ridge is half 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 road down Gushan Mountain, there are many frost birds and white butterflies. ——Lu Ran's "Falling Plum Blossoms"

13. A white jade tree with cold plum blossoms stands very close to the village road and the river bridge. I don’t know that the water flowers bloom first, but I suspect that they have not been sold out after the winter snow. ——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms"

14. The branches are sparse and the flowers are bright, and the children in spring makeup compete for luxury. There is no remaining snow on the curved sill of the leisurely courtyard, and there are sunset clouds on the empty mountains with running water. ——Cao Xueqin "The word "flower" comes from chanting red plum blossoms"

15. Early plum blossoms bloom on tall trees, reflecting the blue sky of Chu. The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn. If you want to give me a gift from thousands of miles away, you will be separated by mountains and rivers. When Han Ying is in ruins, what use is there to comfort distant visitors?

——Liu Zongyuan's "Early Plum Blossoms"