Poems of indoor flowers in winter

1. Many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the tender buds should be discussed carefully. -Tang Du Fu's "Seven Poems on Finding Flowers Alone by the Riverside"

2. A cluster of peach blossoms has no owner, and the lovely deep red reflects the light red. —— Tang Du Fu's "Seven Poems on Finding Flowers Alone by the Riverside"

3. Wild islands have leisure when sleeping on the shore, and old trees have flowers without ugly branches. -Song Mei Yaochen's "Dongxi"

4. Last year, today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Come here again today, the girl does not know where to go, only the peach blossom is still, smile in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's

Mourning for Plum Blossoms

The red sunlight is not good, and the bright moon is mixed when it enters the capital temporarily.

at night, I led Zhang Che to vote in Lu Tong and took the cloud to the Jade Royal.

Long Ji Xiang is superior to four lists, and there is no difference in training skirts.

I have a quiet and bright make-up, even though I don't want to have teeth.

clear the cold, clear your bones, and wake up with courage, and think about it all your life without reason.

a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home

Cen Can Tang Dynasty

the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.

is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.

bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.

but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.

we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

plum blossom Wang Anshi

There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone.

I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance coming.