Yongmei's Poems (1)
Wang Mian in Mo Mei Yuan Qu
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink. Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.
Zhang Ju in Mo Mei Song Dynasty
Shuibian village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers. I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.
Yimei Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring. Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
Zhang Wei in the early Mei and Tang Dynasties
Next to Lincunxi Bridge, there is a cold plum and white jade belt. I don't know whether it will start in the near future, but it is suspected that it has not been sold by Chun Xue.
Miracle in the early Mei and Tang Dynasties
Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.
The wind is too fragrant to disappear, and the bird can see the plain face. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.
Yongmei's Poems (2)
Lu You in Song Dynasty
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Who are you from my hometown? Wang Wei from the Tang Dynasty.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?
Nine Ci Poems by Yang Liuzhi: Part One: Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty
Plum blossoms in Saibei play strong flutes, and lyrics in Guihua Mountain in Huainan. Please don't play the old songs and listen to the new Yang Liuzhi.
Yuan dynasty Bai Wang Mei noodles
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed;
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Wang Anshi in Meihua Song Dynasty
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Yongmei's Poems (3)
Xue Mei was the second Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty.
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry. The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Qing dynasty plum
The ink mark on the paper is new, and the plum blossom is the cutest. I am willing to ride the wind to the distance, and my hometown will be a spring.
Mei Shipeng of wang hong in Song Dynasty
Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different. It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.
Xue Mei Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Zhang Daoqi of Lingmei in Song Dynasty
Poetry is everywhere, and things are at any time. I have no money for social activities. One ridge is plum blossom.
Yongmei's Poems (4)
Interviews with Miao Language, Qi Hongmei and Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty
The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut. Looking for spring and wax to Penglai. I don't want a gentleman's bottle of dew, I just want the beauty of a widow.
After China's entry into WTO, red snow and cold snow are adopted, and purple clouds are cut with dust fragrance. If you care about poetry and thin shoulders, your clothes are still covered with Buddha moss.
The word "flower" intones red plum and Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty.
Sparse branches are gorgeous flowers, and children strive for luxury in spring makeup. There is no snow in the quiet room, and there is a sunset in the running water.
The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson. The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt.
The word "red" was used in Yongmei by Cao Xueqin in Qing Dynasty.
Peach is not fragrant, apricot is not red, cold laughs at the east wind first. The soul flies to Yuling, the spring scenery is difficult to distinguish, and Luo Fu's dream is unclear.
The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow. It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade comes from his ice and snow.
"Watching Mei" and "Feeling Liu Yin" in Yuan Dynasty
The east wind blew off the dust and sand, dreaming of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake; I'm afraid that the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River will decrease, which is not plum blossom.
Give Ye Fan's poems to Lu Kai in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.