Year: Song Author: Lu You
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Precautions:
Teal: Split, it's called bloom Flower Fall.
This poem was written in the second year of Jiatai in Ningzong (1202), when Weng Fang was 78 years old and lived in Yin Shan.
The first couplet is about plum blossoms not afraid of the cold, smiling at the morning breeze, like snowflakes, all over the mountains. The second couplet poet used a strange idea to show his love for plum blossoms: Is there any way to turn himself into a thousand faces, so that every plum blossom has a blooming flower in front of it? Say something extraordinary.