Poet: Xiao Dezao (Song Dynasty)
ChristianRandPhillips stood in danger and froze his back. The sea and the moon hung with coral branches. Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken.
Pingzili
Poet: Zhang Dodge (Song Dynasty)
A bottle of cold water counts several branches of spring, and when the fragrance does not decrease. No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it.
Red Plum
Su Dongpo
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
Zaomei
Poet: Liu Zongyuan
Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question. Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends?
Newly planted plums
Bai Juyi
Seven new plums were planted by the pool, and I wanted to wait until the flowers arrived. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Mo mei
Zhao Bingwen
Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
Bai mei
Poet: Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Mo mei
Poet: Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Chinese plum
Poet: Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)
In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.