There is a poem in the Book of Songs, Yongmei: "What is it?" ? There are mountains and plum trees. A gentleman came to this place, dressed in fine clothes and fur. Yan Rudan, the husband is also embarrassed. "
The plum blossom poems of Xie Xie in Southern Dynasties;
Spring comes early, so I don't doubt that the cold is alone.
I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Wang Wei s Yongmei Poems;
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? (Wang Wei, Zashi)
Another example is Wang Shi's "Yongmei Poems", which eulogizes its true colors of welcoming the Spring: suddenly seeing the cold plum tree and the cold river bloom.
I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls. (Jiang)
Wang Mian's poem "Yongmei" in the Yuan Dynasty reads as follows:
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty:
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.
The most beautiful poem about plum blossom was written by Lin Hejing in Song Dynasty. He wrote "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden" like this:
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold bottles.
In modern times, Mao Zedong wrote Yongmei Operator Ci. It writes that Mei is very atmospheric:
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it laughs in the bushes.