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.
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Bai Mei grew up in a forest of ice and snow, instead of being mixed with peach blossoms and plum blossoms, he was reduced to secular dust.
Suddenly, the fresh fragrance of this night came to my face and scattered into the Wan Li Spring Festival between heaven and earth.
Qing Ping Le Niannian Song Xueli Qingzhao
In the heavy snow every year. I often indulge in plum blossoms. It's no good running out of plum blossoms. Win clothes and clear tears.
This year, the ends of the earth. Flowers grow on the temples. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
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When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
"Xue Mei II" Lu Songmei spilt
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
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Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament.
If it snows without poetry, it will be tacky.
When I wrote this poem at sunset in winter evening, it just snowed again.
Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
"Plum Blossom" Don Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.
There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.
If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.
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Plum blossoms bloom first, and snow is still in the calyx; Plum blossoms are beautiful and aloof, even if they want to be painted, they will worry about the vividness of difficult paintings.
There is rhyme in flowers, and elegant people don't know the cold in winter.
The branches of plum blossoms are staggered, like sorrow and illness.
If the north wind can understand plum blossom's mind, please don't destroy her again.
Plum blossom in lonely and cold, tenacious, proudly independent, chic north wind, please slow down and take good care of her! Do you have the heart to destroy her again in this cold?