There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is very close to the creek bridge on Lincun Road.
In the twelfth month and a half, I already feel the plum blossoms.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
When the plum blossoms are yellow, every day is a sunny day. Take a boat along the stream to the end of the stream, and then continue on the road.
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
Fold the plum for each post and send it to the leader. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
Plum blossoms break before, but more after. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing?
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ?
Suddenly I saw the cold plum tree, and the flowers bloomed by the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
In the twelfth month and a half, I already feel the plum blossoms. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.
There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?
Plum blossoms are in full bloom and pedestrians don't come. Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum.
Plum blossoms are often vivid as a pen, and pine and bamboo are more realistic. Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold.
There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei.
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Wen Jun temple, wild Li Sheng, fragrant honey dyed palace yellow. I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond.
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.
After the rain, spring water vies for points, and pheasants fly over the ancient grave. Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house.
The grass is not deep, and the clear sky moistens the garden It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark.
Sparse trees and clear clouds, crows, high pavilions and bamboo curtains cover them. Why did you ask Wang Sungui to return? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north.