Plum blossom fragrance.
Yesterday, winter passed,
Another year is new.
Plum appreciation
Enjoy flowers and get drunk,
I miss hearing this voice.
Plum blossoms are proud of ice,
The flowers were destroyed.
A gift for a beautiful woman
Thousands of miles to send fragrant flowers,
Worker bees work hard to have sex.
If it doesn't know how to cherish fate,
The flowers are already in bloom, so you need to love yourself.
spring rain
The spring rain is as thin as silk,
Lingering between the jade fingers.
Don't sing for others,
Only love you and know each other.
think
Listening to the wind and rain,
When can I get a branch and send it again?
There are some beautiful red flowers in spring.
Jumping flowers comes in time and comes early.
Missing in autumn rain
I miss you all the time, but I don't know what a flower is.
Dew leaves moist, patches of late autumn.
At that time, silence was crying, and the wind chimes rang late.
Listen to the wind and rain, the river bank is misty.
Mei Xiandai's Poem 2: The City Gate Confinement
Plums are in full bloom in the yard.
The only red
Can't stop my flying heart.
The sun is outside.
You are in my heart
Petals can't fly over the wall.
Kongpiao courtyard
Singing, drinking the wind, spotless.
Walking alone against the snow
When grazing, white hair is all over the sky
The empty city disappeared
Your anecdote hangs on that arc.
for you
A missed round of plum blossoms
Jade bird's guide to illusion
There is no way to go back to your old age.
The night bell calls for the bluebird.
Silence is not a feeling.
A big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period
Your future belongs to the color of snow.
Mei's Modern Poetry 3: Yi Zhu's Young Solo
The flute fluttered.
Flying in light snow
Snowflakes are flying and the flute is ringing.
Alpine stream
Enjoy the sky with the wind
Follow in the footsteps of snowflakes
Dance softly
Play the zither without strings.
A heavy voice
Fly into the flowers
Like a quiet woman
Waiting in the snow dance
Petals are crimson
It's spring bit by bit.
Bit by bit like a dream.
Melodious and depressing
Painting screen
Flowers in the snow
Wandering in the clarity
In a pure kiss
Qian Shan is gentle.
Wanshui Qian Shan was drunk in it.
The flowers blushed with joy.
Bamboo flute is as light as a dream.
A bosom friend is hard to find in the mountains.
Flowers fly with snow and never wake up.
Mei's modern poems. The west wind is mixed with flying snow.
Decorated for you, a little red.
White valley,
On the edge of the cliff, you face the abyss and smile brightly.
Where can I find you in the warm place of the east wind?
You love in the cold, silently waiting for peace, for what?
Please tell me:
Where did you go during the colorful flower season?
Light fragrance, light clothes,
Why are people singing in ancient and modern times?
You said you were abandoned by spring,
With the wind, drifting to the end of the world.
A quiet corner became a shelter,
On a cold night, you can forget the feeling of heartache.
You said, once you hate it,
Hate blooming flowers,
If it is fresh and elegant, it is often taken care of.
Hate the gentle season,
Abandoned you, like water tenderness.
What happened afterwards?
You said, you understand:
In winter, stretch your muscles and dance,
Look at this world that belongs only to you,
How comfortable!
Yes, suffering has made you proud,
Lonely days are accompanied by rain and dew.
Why compare? You have your happiness.
Isn't there a flowing chrysanthemum in autumn?
Mei Xiandai's poem 5 "Little Boy"
Little boy,
Full of dreams,
Chasing the sun and the blue sky,
Not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of blizzard,
Just to chase my inner desire,
My life is up to me,
Without hardship,
Can easily knock me down,
I want to maintain a high degree of will,
March towards your own tomorrow.
Little boy,
Ambitious,
Not afraid of ridicule and gossip,
Trust your inner thoughts,
Step by step, hand in hand,
Build your own future,
Even if no one supports it,
I can take it alone,
We firmly believe that where there is a will, there is a way.
Little boy,
Boundless,
As long as you have a dream,
Fly bravely.
Six Modern Poems by Mei, hyacinthus orientalis.
When we walked away together,
Feel the breath of life,
Even sometimes,
We are on different paths,
Feel different smells, and we can also know each other's thoughts.
Even if you are here and I am there,
I can feel you too.
Hyacinthus orientalis,
Blowing around you,
Friends,
That's not a strong wind,
This is my burning heart for you.
Plum Modern Poetry 7 Plum Brewing _ Modern Poetry
Green plums cook wine,
Ask the world,
Who is the hero?
Huang San's merit is high, and his virtue is five emperors.
It started with Shang Yang and was defeated by A Fang.
Embattled, farewell my concubine.
Talent is a general, but no one is an emperor.
After all, Wujiang River is covered with blood.
Look at China cars, the market will not end.
When the dust rises, Hong Men is against the king.
Virtuous and fearless.
Three chapters, set the Hanshui River.
Every day,
Not for Yao, not for Jay.
Green plums cook wine,
Ask the world,
Who is the hero?
Mei's modern poem Ba was written at the end of winter. A plum tree.
Loneliness is a wandering bird.
Loneliness is the absolute coldness of a situation.
Interpret loneliness and loneliness into a poem and a song.
It's plum in late winter.
No noise, no excitement, no clings.
Cold ling is absolutely gorgeous, and the fragrance is also slow.
Don't bow your head, don't give in, hold your head high.
Xiang Tiange smiled and snuggled up to the snowflake.
Whether it grows on a cliff or in a ravine.
Does it grow on fertile plains or barren slopes?
It grows in the picturesque south of the Yangtze River.
Or grew up in the freezing north?
Is it one plant, several plants, or one piece?
Don't change your mind, a piece of Bing Xin is in the jade pot.
Insisting on their own persistence, proud and gorgeous.
I want to be a plum at the end of winter.
Stand quietly on the top of the cliff
It's still ice on the cliff.
Don't tremble in the snow and cold.
With the most beautiful posture, it stands immortal.
The message of spring blooms quietly in the branches.
Walking into the spring with a burst of fragrance
Even if it is, it's beautiful.
Just for faster apoptosis, it doesn't matter.
The fragrance is graceful in the meantime.
And it is beautiful to leave fragrance on earth.
I want to be a plum at the end of winter.
Standing in the most graceful posture, eternal and immortal.
Walking into spring with fragrance
Mei Modern Poem 9 Farewell to Spring Flowers.
Enthusiasm for crossing the summer
the golds of autumn
Xue and Mei date in winter.
For this season
I bathed in the cold for nine days.
Crystallize yourself into a blooming ice flower
Have a pure heart
Quietly waiting for your arrival
I'm breathing in Meizhi.
Touch your waiting
Put on a bright red five-petal skirt
Insert a thin eyebrow beard
Embrace you between heaven and earth
The north wind is coming.
Cover you with a thin silk quilt.
Dust flies in.
Brush the dust off your skirt for you
You are the red lotus that blooms on the crystal in winter.
Your hero
Reflect my beauty
Your indifference and severity
The hammer forged my character.
You, too, built a jade platform for me.
In the morning light, I was bathed in sunshine.
Holding hands, singing in the sunset glow
Watch the full moon hand in hand.
Holding hands, listening to the whispers of fish under the ice.
Heart to heart, love to love.
Sing a song "Mountain Flowing Water"
We are liberal arts and children in nature.
Ferry to the galaxy
We are cowherd and weaver girl on the magpie bridge.
We like every winter.
We will always be the swan song of winter.
Mei Modern Poetry 10 The obsession of a plum
Memories that shock the world
Tingting is beautiful, fragrant and clean.
Realize one's wishes
Attachment in the world
I can't disturb your cloud suit.
In the cold wind, you are accompanied by snow.
Enron's opening, calm growth
Don't refuse sadness and loneliness.
A light promise
very pretty and charming
I lost myself.
The cold of this season
It's the splendor of your stamens.
The beauty of your life
Just put a finger on winter.
Red and green represent white image quality.
In the scenery of the journey
With reluctant thoughts
Waste time on the moon and time.
The twists and turns of the four seasons
Just for a sign of the season.
Obsessed with dust
Mei's language
Only the mind can communicate.
Will know the stakes.
A private whisper sentence
Deep feelings and friendship
Rainy season in Jiangnan
Not your carrier.
The rain and snow in the cold north are your destination.
You think of a cold as a dance drama.
Lived for thousands of years.
Dance, beauty, courtesy
The wind is worried about your sleeve.
Month added a miss.
Mei, you are always beautiful with snow.
Only when the wind is with you can you be happy.
Silent, frozen thousands of miles.
You will never make a slip of the tongue.
Silent and graceful, leisurely and affectionate
Smile between heaven and earth
be separated by vast oceans―be far apart
Time gives you poetry.
Snow and rain teach you modesty.
Stubbornly guarding yourself.
Shyness in sweetness
How many people are tempted to write?
Splash ink to return your Millennium dream
Record the traces of your life and the afterlife.
Mei's wheatgrass blooms.
Only for the only Sanskrit in the snow
Described ten thousand kinds of customs.
Deviate from the truth in the bright sunshine
Just read your own steps.
Green gathers flowers and fragrant words.
And hee hee in the world.
Created the beauty of the unity of heaven and earth
Left a feeling of ups and downs.