Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Author: Mao Zedong
Read Lu You's poem "Yong Mei" and use it contrary to its meaning. Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only reports that spring has come. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.
Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Author: Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Bu Suanzi (Ode to Plum Blossoms)
Author: Zhu Shuzhen
A slanting branch in the bamboo reflects the tranquility of the forest. It’s impossible to paint a picture of something strange after the rain, with only a few shadows scattered across the shallow water. After blowing through the little Chanyu, he thought deeply. There is a faint fragrance in front of the blowing wind, and the moonlight penetrates the cold flowers.
Bodhisattva Man·Yong Mei
Author: Zhu Shuzhen
The wet clouds do not cross the stream and the bridge is cold. E Han first broke through the shadow of the east wind. There was a long sound of water flowing down the stream. A sprig and moon scent. When people pity the flowers, they seem old, but the flowers don't know how thin they are. Leaning against the railing alone, it’s late at night and the flowers are cold.
Moon over the Xijiang River (Yong Mei)
Author: Su Shi
The road is far away while the horse is incense, and the moon in the sand cage is faintly smoky. Crossing the waves is clear and beautiful. The cold phoenix hangs on the green branches. The hanging phoenix branches are green and the flowers are reflected in the clear waves. Crossing the slanting smoke, the moon cages the sand. The long journey is slightly fragrant and you can take advantage of the horse.
Nine Poems about Plum Blossoms
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty
Author: Gao Qi
Qiongzi is only in Yaotai, who goes to Jiangnan Falling everywhere?
The noble man lies in the snow-covered mountains, and the beauties come under the moonlit forest.
In the cold, the sparse shadows are scattered on the bamboos, and in the spring, the lingering fragrance is covered by the desert moss.
Since I left, there has been no good chant, and the east wind has been sad and silent for a few times.
We meet each other half-immortal in silk and lace, and we have a deep connection with water and bamboo throughout our lives.
It will be sparse and still dense, but it will rain slightly, and it will seem like darkness is still bright, but there is still smoke in the distance.
Under the pine trees of Bo Mengshan's house, in front of the apricot blossoms of Nenhanjiang store.
If the people of Qin understood what they were doing at that time, they would not lure fishermen into the cave.
The green feathers are frightened and fly away from the tree. Who will accept the cold fragrance and the wolfish beauty.
The donkey rider is drunk and the wind blows his hat, and the man who releases the crane returns with a boat full of snow.
The light clouds in the pale moon are all like a dream, and the empty mountains and flowing water alone become sorrow.
I saw a solitary figure wandering low, and I only thought that the flower god was traveling at night.
With the faint traces of frost and wet powder, who put a gauze tent to protect the spring warmth.
The poem follows ten miles to find the road to spring, and the sorrow lies in Guayue Village in the middle of the night.
When I fly away, I only worry about the clouds as my companion. When I sell it, I am willing to believe that jade is my soul.
A statue wants to visit Luofu, but the empty mountain with fallen leaves is closing the door.
The clouds and mist serve as a palace for the snow, and the dust has no way to pass through.
I feel the spring breeze before it moves the branches, and the trees feel empty at night and at the beginning of the month.
The beauty with green sleeves rests under the bamboo, and the prime minister in white is in the mountains.
Don't complain about this lonely place. Looking back at the famous garden, it is full of thorns.
The dream is broken and the Yangzhou Pavilion is covered with dust, and the quiet period still belongs to the poet.
Li Can Gu Ying spent the night long, and saw that Yu Fang was not spring.
The clouds are warm and jade is everywhere in the empty mountains, and the moon is cold and weeping beads are frequent in the deep ponds.
I saw it in the picture when I lifted the hood, but my love was wrong but not true.
If you are alone and have no one to rely on, are you willing to lose your jade glory for the sake of sorrow?
On the first day of the first month of the lunar month, the lamp in front of the lamp breaks and frost suddenly flies.
The pedestrian water station is full of spring in the early morning, and the singing birds in the mountain pond are half-dark in the evening.
I am ashamed that my plain clothes have now been transformed. We meet again and return from Luoyang.
I love Han Duo the most and get Yang the most. Xianyou grew up in Baiyun Township.
Spring is sad and lonely, the sky should grow old, the night is hazy and the moon is fragrant.
Chu guests do not chant the river and the road is silent, and the king of Wu is drunk and the garden is deserted.
Who is surprised to see the flowers on the branches? The breeze rustled the frost.
Only the moon knows that the soul is broken, and the sorrow of spring is infinite in one branch.
I don’t care about people’s words, I just smile, and I suddenly suspect that you are in love.
The lanterns are burning in the courtyard at night, when I put on my makeup and look into the mirror in the palace.
The old dreams have drifted away with the flowing water, and the conversations in the mountain windows are accompanied by poems.