Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Xuemei no.1
Song Lu meipo
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.
Ode to the opening class
Master Huang Berui [Tang]
Dusting is very tiring, so do it tightly with the end of the rope.
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold?
Xiao mei is in the middle of the mountain garden
[Song] Lin Bu
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden urn.
"early plum"
liu zongyuan
Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Leng Ying sat down and held down, so why should he comfort the distant guests?