The ancient poems describing plum blossoms include:
Tao Yan and Li are smiling all over the garden in spring, so boring is like being sick. ——Wang Wei
On the mountain and water road south of the Yangtze River in February, the plum blossoms are scattered and the spring has no owner. ——Lv Yan
It is common for swallows to fly in, but it is no longer the case when Li Huachun blooms. ——Shao ??Yong
White ginseng and red squares make up brocade, but sparse peaches and scattered plums cannot make spring. ——Yang Wanli
The peach blossoms and plums pass through Xie Chunrong, fighting over wine and fighting at night. ——Tang Yin
Modern articles describing plum blossoms include:
(1) Just walking on the courtyard path, I unexpectedly saw the plum tree in front of the door, crawling on the bare branches. With bunches of pure white flowers. At first glance, it looks like a pile of cotton wool. After being crushed, purified and puffed by the spring flower machine, it is stacked on the umbrella-shaped plum tree like goose feathers and white snow.
(2) Just walking on the courtyard path, I saw the plum tree in front of the door, with bunches of pure white flowers hanging on the bare branches. At first glance, it looks like a pile of cotton wool. After being crushed, purified and puffed by the spring flower machine, it is stacked on the umbrella-shaped plum tree like goose feathers and white snow.