There are countless poems praising Mei by the ancients.

When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. -grandpa Mao's "operator Yongmei".

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -"Mei" by Wang Anshi

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. -Lu You's "Yongmei"

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. -"Mei" by Wang Anshi

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

How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold? -Ode to the Opening Ceremony by Master Huang Berui

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. -Wang Mian's "Mo Mei"

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. -Lu You's "Yongmei"

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. -Cold nights in Du Lei.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. -Lu You's "Yongmei"

Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"