Poetry 1: Plum Blossom Rain
Follow a wisp of fragrance
Came to the plum blossom tree
Looking for the long-lost jasmine tea
Hetangbian
There stood a slim woman.
Tasufa surface
Embrace the pipa
Isn't that plum blossom rain?
I saw her looking into the distance.
Seems lost in thought-looks very melancholy.
What is she doing?
Who is she thinking about?
Poetry 2: Plum blossoms are in full bloom.
You suddenly appeared in my dream.
The short-winged bird didn't catch up.
Sleepy eyes didn't catch up.
Just look at my insomnia.
You are the midnight elf.
Naughty makes people tremble.
Your claws woke me up.
Turned into a wisp of smoke
I really want to catch your shadow.
Comb your feathers.
Decorate my face
You, let me dream.
Smile is so short.
I am not sincere enough.
Still not brave enough
How can winter be romantic without you?
The years are getting old
Why is a mature ring miserable?
Life is just a span.
Why do you have to jump dust fibers?
Tickets for happiness are always so pitiful.
Now that you have come, I won't be lonely anymore.
May I appear in your dream.
The soul is a joke in this early spring.
Poetry 3: Plum Blossoms
Chinese
This is a plum blossom.
floret
Open like a star
You were born on that branch.
I grew up in this tree.
Where our ancestors fell.
Is our home forever.
Snow generation flowering
Five thousand years in China
Poetry 4: Plum Blossoms
On a cold winter day,
The cold wind blew away,
Fang Fei, where a hundred flowers blossom,
But I can't stop,
Your heart,
Deep warmth.
You, not afraid of cold,
Not afraid of loneliness,
With a little coquettish,
Facing the cold wind,
There are five petals in full bloom.
With sporadic snowflakes,
With a charming gesture,
In the white world,
Show a smile.
Quietly, walk into you,
As the page unfolds,
Poetry,
Stepping on that beautiful song
The music of plum blossom three lanes,
In a beautiful encounter,
Smell, that faint fragrance,
It exudes peace,
In Han Xiao's season,
Elegant and charming. Smell.
Listen, that blush,
After the long winter,
In the cold season,
Paint it in bright colors.
I snuggled up to you,
Listen quietly,
You whisper softly the elegant flowers,
Beware of rewards,
You have a charming posture alone,
My eyes are shining,
Dissolve in your wheat straw immediately.
When that faint fragrance,
Gently brushed my heart,
My heart,
In an instant, intoxicated with your fragrance,
Can't wake up for a long time,
Just because of your beauty,
Immersed in this fragrant merlin.
Poetry 5: Plum Blossoms
one
Proud to meet the rain and snow.
The west wind bends its branches.
I didn't expect the red core to be fragrant.
It's time to ride the wind upstairs.
two
I was drunk last night.
The west window is cold and it is difficult to sleep.
Sit and watch the red branch fire.
A plum blossom burns into the sky.
three
Make friends and get together, and hate the short nights.
A hedge between keeps friendship green.
Cold knows plum blossom fragrance.
A bosom friend can't understand the distance between heaven and earth.
four
Buds are about to bloom before Han Xiao.
Tender silk still spits spring and warms the heart.
There is no snow tonight.
Plain yarn is covered with a quilt.
Poetry 6: Plum Blossoms
In winter, I want to be a plum blossom
The fierce wind can't shake my infatuation.
A wisp of fragrance is my greeting.
Tonight is like last night, ask the moonlight.
She hid and reflected through the cold snow.
My flowers are more poetic than flames.
Light you up and warm you.
Keep you away from sadness
Let go of all pride and wait for you.
Looking up at you is like looking up at the sky.
Dear, is the night your secret pain?
Then let me be your soul mate, okay?
I have been looking for it since winter.
The spring you are looking forward to
Poetry 7: Plum blossoms
Through the loneliness of autumn
Experienced the cold of winter
Ambiguous spring breeze pervades.
Your fresh fragrance of flowers
Ice and snow are no longer stubborn
That frozen knot
Day by day, bit by bit.
Melt in your tenderness like water.
Flowers that bloom silently.
Sweet and warm real smile
A fresh and refined broad mind
Let you stand in the season of bloom.
Poetry 8: Plum Blossoms
In the cold wind,
In the world of flying snow.
The snow is oppressing you.
You still hold your head high,
Sending out a wisp of fragrance.
You stubbornly raise your head,
Only for indomitable pride.
You might as well let a hundred flowers blossom,
Lonely and noble bloom.
You are constantly trying to improve yourself.
Not afraid of obstacles.
You are the last person to laugh,
But it is the most beautiful scenery in winter.
You have a modest personality,
You have an indomitable spirit.
You are plum blossom,
I use an unbeaten club in my heart.