Cold color lonely village dusk, hate Taiwan four wild smell.
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
Seagulls and herons can't tell when they fly, but Sha Ting looks at them.
There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white.
"early plum" in
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is near the village road and creek bridge.
Should be close to Splash, it is suspected that it has not been sold by Chun Xue.
"One of the Notices" Lu Songmei Po
There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
"Xue Mei II" Lu Songmei spilt
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Baimei Wang Yuan noodles
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Wang hongmei
Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.
It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.
"Early plum" is in full swing.
Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.
Yu Xin of plum blossom
December and a half? Feel the plum blossom diaphragm.
Don't believe this Spring Festival Gala? Come and see in the snow.
Lu you, one of plum blossom quatrains
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
Who can convert it into hundreds of billions? The plum blossoms on the tree are in full bloom.
The second section of plum blossom: land trip
The valley is farther north, and flowers bloom late every year.
Do you know Gao Biao Yi Yunjun? Is when there is a layer of ice and snow.
The third verse of plum blossom: a journey to the land
The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the highest integrity is in the flowers.
Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.