1. The trumpet blows through the little plum blossoms. The night long brings home memories. ——Zhao Changqing, "Ruan Langgui Sees Plum Blossoms Among Guests"
2. Can you send me a plum blossom? Snow comes and green feathers fly. ——Wu Xiqi's "Song of Acacia·Send a letter to all friends in Xiling and write it down later"
3. Afraid of singing, being sad and being too lazy to dance to welcome. Make up in the evening to support spring. ——Lu You's "Chaozhongcuo·Dai Tan De"
4. The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. ——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang·Plum Blossoms"
5. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and they are transformed into a windy moon by sparse plum blossoms. ——Xin Qiji's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Drinking in a Changting Pavilion"
6. If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a sprig of spring. ——Lu Kai's "Poem to Fan Ye"
7. Pluck the snow to find spring, and burn the lanterns to continue the day. After the plum blossoms bloom in the courtyard, there is a faint fragrance. ——Mao Pang's "Treading on the Shasha·Yuanxi"
8. The snowflakes are all like the calyx of a plum blossom. If you look carefully, it's not that the snow has no fragrance, the wind blows away the fragrance. ——Wang Xu "Treading on the Shasha·Watching Plum Blossoms in the Snow"
9. There are several plum trees in Noqiao, and they are all white. ——Hong Sheng's "Snow Hope"
10. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"