Ancient poems about plum blossom and bamboo

If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy. -Cui Daorong's Plum Blossom

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

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

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"

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

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

The courtyard is as empty as water, and the algae and grass in the water are intertwined and covered with bamboo and cypress. -Su Shi visited Chengtian Temple at night.

What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. -Su Shi visited Chengtian Temple at night.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings. —— Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo by Wei County Department in Bao Bo's Great Year"

Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. -Li Qiao "Wind"