Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are still
flowers
branches.
Qiao does not strive for spring, but only reports spring. When the flowers were blooming, she laughed in the bushes.
operator Yongmei's land tour
There is a broken bridge outside the post, and it's lonely. It's already dusk and I'm alone, and it's windy and rainy.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous. Even after the fall, be ground into the earth, and into dust again, the plum flowers are still as usual out of the fragrance of continuously.
Mo Mei Wang Mian
The trees beside my home in Xiyan Lake are blooming with light ink marks.
don't be boasted of good colors, just leave your breath full of dry Kun.
Zaomei Zhang said
A tree with cold plum and white jade strips returned to Lincun Road and near the stream bridge.
I don't know if the water spray comes first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after winter snow.
Mo Mei's bamboo slips
Don't hate painters who abandoned painters in Danqing, and don't need to seek differences but agree.
Jade is not as beautiful as Western jackdaw, so it is different from Han Palace.
the early plum blossoms have
all the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the solitary roots are warm and lonely.
In Zita Law, in front of the village, a branch opened last night.
Momei Zhangzhuan
Shuibian Village, a valley on the mountain side, was once robbed by flowers.
it's boring to hate the east wind, and it's even worse to blow misty rain and dark dusk.
Li Gongming in early plum blossom
The easterly wind is westerly, and the leaves in the middle of Qunmushan are empty.
only the plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.
Mo Mei Zhao Bingwen
Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think me straight.
When you meet, you don't know each other. Xia Fu has never made a jade person.
yi mei Li shangyin
settle down at the end of the world, and be willing to make progress.
cold plum is the most hateful, and it is often used as last year's flower.
Wang Mian, Bai Mei
This body is in the ice and snow forest, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
all of a sudden, the fragrance was fragrant overnight, and it was scattered as a dry spring in Wan Li.
Mei Wangqi
was not invaded by dust at all, and the thatched cottage was content.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I provoked the poet to talk about it today.
playing chess with Xue Zhaoming to bet on plum blossom poems
losing an poem by Wang Anshi
Huafa is looking for spring and is happy to see plum blossoms, and a tree is piled with snow.
The memory of his New Year in the south of Fengcheng is hard to come by post.
the beauty of plum blossom
who knows the age and is cold, only plum blossoms are lonely.
the bright moon is like water every day, and when you wake up, you can listen to the flute of the Jade Man.