The poems describing plum blossoms are: Mo Mei, Zao Mei, Mei, Yi Mei and Bai Mei.
1. "Mo Mei"
Yuan Wang Mian
There are trees beside my home in Xiyan Lake, and the flowers are blossoming with light ink marks.
don't be boasted of good colors, just leave your breath full of dry Kun.
translation: A plum blossom growing near Xiyan Lake seems to be the trace left by light ink after washing the pen, and there is no bright color. It doesn't need others to praise its color, but only cares about filling the light fragrance between heaven and earth.
2, "Early Plum"
Tang Zhang said
A white jade strip with cold plum trees returns to the village road and the creek bridge.
I don't know if the water spray comes first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after winter snow.
There is a tree with plum blossoms blooming early and branches as white as jade strips. It is far from the village road where people come and go, and it is near the brook bridge. People don't know that the cold plum is close to the stream and opens early, thinking that it is snow that has not melted after winter.
3, "Mei"
Song Wangqi
Free from the slightest dust intrusion, the thatched cottage is content.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I provoked the poet to talk about it today.
translation: The noble plum blossoms are not eroded by dust at all, but are willing to grow indifferently beside bamboo fences and huts. Just because I got to know Lin Hejing, who loves plum blossoms by mistake, the poet has laughed and laughed so far.
4, "Yi Mei"
Tang Li Shangyin
settled in the end of the world, unwilling to make progress.
cold plum is the most hateful, and it is often used as last year's flower.
translation: staying far away from home, yearning for things. Cold plum can arouse people's resentment most, and it is always regarded as the flower that opened last year.
5, "Bai Mei"
Yuan Wang Mian
This body is in the ice and snow forest, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
All of a sudden, it smells fragrant all night, and it's a dry spring in Wan Li.
Bai Mei grew up in a forest with ice and snow, and was not mixed with peach blossoms and plum blossoms, but reduced to secular dust. Suddenly, this night's fresh fragrance came out, and it was scattered into the Wan Li Spring Festival between heaven and earth.