Poems related to plows

See Wang Bo in the suburbs in winter.

Guimi rock ash, pear thin, leaf red. Gao Jiang was cold. Look at it, so he went back to his tent.

Steal pear cores, borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul Lin Daiyu.

Pear blossoms on the river bank

-Don Bai Juyi

Pear flowers have thoughts and leaves, and a tree annoys you to death.

Most like a widow, with white makeup sleeves and a blue gauze skirt.