The poem about red plum blossoms is as follows:
1. "Yong Mei" is from Wang Anshi
Poetry: There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Translation: There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, braving the severe cold and blooming alone. From a distance, you can tell that the white plum blossoms are not snow, because there is the fragrance of plum blossoms.
2. "Red Plum" comes from Wang Shipeng
Poetry: Peaches and plums should not be jealous of each other, as their appearance is different. It is still in the state of snow and frost, but it is not very red.
Translation: Peaches and plums, don’t be jealous of my red plum. The blooming appearance of red plum and peach plum is actually different. The red plum has experienced the wind and snow, and there are still traces of snow on its body. But it still doesn't admit that its color is very red.
3. "Zhaojun's Resent·Plum Blossom" comes from Zheng Yu
Poetry: The way is that flowers come at the end of spring. The way is that the snow comes and the fragrance is different. A branch outside the bamboo is leaning. Savage home. A deserted hut with a bamboo fence. Wealthy Jade Hall Qiongxie. The two places are different. Generally open.
Translation: Say it is a flower. Spring has not yet arrived. It is said to be snow, but it is extremely fragrant. Braving the severe cold, blooming in the rural farmhouse next to the bamboo forest. Whether they grow in a wilderness home or in a wealthy hometown with pavilions and waterside pavilions, they are always in full bloom.
The spirit of red plum blossoms
Put a long pole, rock a small boat, and search for the resting place of the soul. Invite a bright moon, carry a wisp of breeze, and follow the distance. The ethereal call of the mountains enters the literary platform of "Red Plum Poetry Culture Media". Classics lead the way and poetry is your companion.
In the ocean of Hongmei poetry culture, you will be delighted to find that those cold words have never been so vivid and interesting. Those classic chapters, every word and sentence are like pearls, moving Heartstrings. Read "The branches are dyed with new green, and the yellow plum blossoms are fragrant" and you will know that spring is early. Read "The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with fragrance." Autumn is gone.
Reading "Plum blossoms are blooming in the cold winter, with thousands of fragrances, and the ice sky stands tall and pretty in red" and the dawn of winter is deep. The most beautiful time is always to keep a quiet window, accompanied by poetry, and make the words fragrant. Dear teachers and readers, let us pick a ray of breeze and bright moon, plant a patch of spring snow, and let the spiritual pastoral be full of transparency and joy.