Mei ancient poetry

Ancient poems about Mei:

1, a few plums in a corner, cold ling drives alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. -plum blossom in Anshi, Wang Song

2, the moon is full, and the snow floats all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? -Song Luyou's "Plum blossom quatrains"

3. Outside the bridge, it is lonely and open. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. -Southern Song Dynasty Lu You's "Yongmei"

4, this body is in the snow forest, peaches and plums are different. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. -Wang Yuan Mian's Bridled Eyebrows.

5. Don't hate Danqing's waste painter. You don't have to be different, just the same. Jade capacity is not as good as western Western jackdaw color, so it is different from Han Palace. -Song Jujian's Mo Mei

6, thousands of trees are frozen and folded, and the solitary roots are warm and alone. In front of the village in Zita Law, a branch was opened last night. -Tang Qiyou "Early Plum"

7. A secluded valley waterside village on the hillside was once full of flowers. I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more. -Mo Mei of Zhang Mingbang

8. There is a westerly wind in the east wind, and the leaves in the middle of Qunmushan are empty. Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white. -"Early Plum" by Song Li Gong Ming

9. Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that people will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. -Jin Zhao Bingwen's Mo Mei.

10, the trees on the west weir lake in my home are in bloom with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. -Wang Yuan cotton's "Mo Mei"