A poem describing the fragrance of plums

Plum Blossoms/Plums by Wang Anshi: There are several plums in the corner, and hanling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

Lu You's Yongmei: Scattered into mud, crushed into dust, only fragrance remains.

Wang Mian's "Bridled Eyebrows": Suddenly a Ye Xiang, scattered for Gankun Wan Li Spring.

Lu Meipo's Xue Mei No.1: The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of plum fragrance.

Miracle's "Early Plum": The wind sends fragrance, and the birds get a glimpse of the plain face.

Zen master Huang Berry opened the class: plum blossoms don't freeze bones.

Li Qingzhao's Jiang Lin Xian Mei: Who knows when the strong fragrance will blow?

Chao's "Yan Joule Boshe Watching Plums": The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance penetrates through the bone.