Alone on the river, a fisherman wears a plum; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. ? -Song Lu Meipo "Xue Mei No.1"
In all fairness, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes are less fragrant than plum blossoms.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes. -Song Liqing took photos of "Year after year in the snow"
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. ? -Xue Mei II by Song Lu Meipo
When this poem was written at sunset in winter evening, it happened that the sky began to snow again. Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. -Tang Zuyong's "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South"
Looking at the south from a distance, the mountains in the north are beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind. -Don Du Fu's On Snow
Clouds hang low in the dusk, and falling snowflakes are dancing and spinning in the wind.
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. -Tang Gaopian "On Snow"
Snowflakes drifted into the window, and I sat by the window, watching the bamboo become as white as white as white jade.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. -Tang, Song of Snow White, sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.
It's a long dry wind in Leng Xue, and no one puts the fishing rod in melancholy. -Song Jiangkui "Fishing Snow Pavilion"
On a snowy cold night, I looked around alone. There is not even a fisherman, which makes people feel melancholy.
The wind is cold, the clouds are cloudy and snowy, and the river smoke washes away the wicker. -Tang Rongyu's "Ji Xue"
Strong winds dispersed the cold clouds. Although it snowed last night, it is sunny today. The smoke by the river swept away, and the branches of willow trees became lighter.
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