"Plum Blossoms" by Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty
In the middle of the twelfth lunar month of that year, the plum blossoms were already in bloom. If you don't believe it, this spring evening will be seen in the snow. The trees are moving and the ice is falling, and the branches are high and cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I would have regretted wearing the clothes.
"Plum Blossom" by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Diligently transplanted to the ground, beside the winding sill and small railing. The beauty is not blooming. The wind blocks the steps, and the cold spring is irrigated by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the eyebrows are not complete. The owner of the fireworks is lost, Dongjun does not know. What is the use of the fragrance, it is still the same as last year's branches
Tang Laihu "Plum Blossom"
The branches lean on the sill and shine on the ice of the pond, and the thin fragrance of the powder is so bitter that I can't bear it. How can I take advantage of the early fragrance, and support it with the frost and snow.
Luo Ye of the Tang Dynasty "Plum Blossoms"
The branches are blooming like auspicious snow, and there is no need to plant them across the mountains and Wuxi. However, the Wuhou family has not recognized them, and the spring breeze will not let them pass the river.
Tang Luoyin's "Plum Blossoms" 》
The king of Wu was drunk for more than ten miles, and his clothes were shining in the wild. The birds have not dispersed with the mountains after the rain. They lean against the wind and doubt the words of passers-by. The pink flowers are floating on the mat with sorrow and love, and they are quiet and loving. The cold fragrance hits the wine bottle. I want to send my thoughts but there is no good letter, and I am melancholy and dusk.