All the trees are frozen and ready to break, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.
In Qiancun, Zita Law, a branch opened last night.
The wind sends a delicate fragrance, and the bird looks at the plain face.
If you want to obey the law next year, start watching Chuntai first.
Early plum blossom
There is a cold plum and white jade belt next to the village road creek bridge.
I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Wang Mian, Bai Mei
In the snow forest,
Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, it smells good all night,
Scattered like dry Kun Wan Li incense.
Xue Mei Lu Meipo
Xue Mei won't surrender for the sake of spring. The poet put off writing and paid the fixed bill.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.
Wu Jiaji's quatrains on March 3rd.
The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and all the orchids in my pot were flooded.
Zhongrui Competition Day opened, and tourists just got home.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchids"
Brothel people went to the pen bed empty, and Xizhou thanked them.
There is also the color of Qinhuai Fangcao, and the sunset red is dyed evenly.
Wang Fengnv painted orchids.
The beggar in the poet's pen is beautiful, and the shadow of Yaochi is clear.
As soon as I say nothing from a weak point of view, Yaya's proposal is pathetic.
Shi Tao's cymbidium
Without roots, there would be no poems, and it would be lonely to give poems to each other.
Whoever has used a thousand sticks of incense will be relieved when the ink is spilled in the pool.
Massai fighters in East Africa
Covered in white bones, clear leaves and real leaves, the back smiling in the wind is amazing.
Write your own pen and ink, that is, the front is the back.
Massai fighters in East Africa
I'm tired of listening to Huang's words.
Under the leaves, the clouds are half horizontal, and nothing in the world is completely blue.
I believe he was drunk in the cold valley, which made my dress spineless.
Not all flowers can be infatuated, but there is more fragrance in the dust.
Qiu Lan of Michelle Ye, Isinggio.
There are potted plants in front of the temple, which are fragrant and orchid, and have a unique flavor.
The color of Qiu Lan, how green the cloth leaves are.
Love this king's incense, show the atrium with flowers.
You fen San, static shadow sparse.
Is it necessary to waste more than nine books on Sao Jing?
The bamboo forests in Yun Qi are very lush, and the mountains are full of orchids.
The mountain road winds and streams can be heard everywhere.
Dark clouds on bamboo, dry clouds on wood.
Listen to birds singing on the threshold, climb the cliff and collect exotic fragrance.
In the middle of spring, everything blooms.
Orchid ode
The graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.