What are the poems about wintersweet?

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

Mei (Wang Anshi)

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Don't make (Song)

The spring departed in wind and rain; With flying snow it’s back again.

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.

Buzo Yongmei (Mao Zedong)

Smell the plum blossoms, there is a breeze, and the four mountains are full of snow.

How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?

Plum blossom quatrains (1) (Lu You)

The color is lighter, the flowers are brighter, and the weakness is always fragrant.

Jade and gold make clothes, and the mountains are bright and the wind shadows.

And Yu Zhanggong Huangmei (Song)

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ?

Miscellaneous Poems (Tang Wangwei)

Flowers that bloom early often make you catch a cold, often bitter and sour.

What happened to you in spring?

Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back!

When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.

Ding Mei Yong Fa (Tang Yuxi)

Plum blossoms are in full bloom and pedestrians don't come.

Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum.

Present May on the Ridge (History)

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.

Bai Mei (Wang Yuan Cotton)