1. On the stream before the twelfth lunar month in the south of the Yangtze River, according to the number of wild plums in Shui Ye. Bright and thin will be the same feather, and powder and cold have never chased bees. The peach root is still frozen with my sister, and the apricot tree is still withered with my neighbors. Chuck and his brother don't blow. It is even more unnecessary for the fragrance to float.
2, it seems to be afraid of crowds, and it is early spring. The butterfly has no love, and the air is invaded by ice and snow. I don't know if the east wind is far away, but I mourn for the garden. The south branch has been scattered, and the Qiang flute echoes.
3, the first group of trees has won the spring scenery, not as good as apricot blossom red. Light fragrance comes to the valley, and cold shadow comes to the house. All branches hate their neighbors, and piccolo plays Chu Tong. Who will fall on the sideburns, the eyebrows will fall on the golden millet.
Mei was born in a peasant family. Although his family was poor, he loved reading since he was a child. I only sigh that Wen Quxing didn't manage him well. At the age of sixteen, I took the provincial exam and failed. Later, the family was really unable to afford him to go to school. His uncle worked as a bachelor in the Imperial Academy, and according to the policy at that time, he could introduce a son and nephew to be an official, named Yin En.
As a result, Mei became a junior official of Zhailang, the ancestral temple, and was transferred to the main book of Tongcheng County at the age of 29. Xuancheng is in Jiangnan and Tongcheng is in Jiangbei. The journey is seven or eight hundred miles. It is necessary to cross the river and climb the mountain. May Yao Chen went to the office from home. When he climbed a high mountain, he happened to meet a big bug. Although he was afraid, fortunately he was not hurt.
Other poems about plum blossoms:
1, the thin shadow is shallow, and the dusk is fragrant. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
2. How can the plum blossom fragrance not be a little cold? -Ode to the Opening Ceremony by Master Huang Berui
3. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three-thirds white, but it has lost the fragrance of plums. -Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei No.1"
4, Jiangnan has nothing, talk about a spring. -Lu Kai's Poems for Ye Fan