The complete collection of ancient poems praising plum blossoms
1. "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
Lin Bu
All the flowers are falling and the beauty is alone , occupying the small garden with all its charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need for the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
2. "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
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.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
3. "Ink Plum Blossom"
Wang Mian
The trees at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones all have flowers blooming with faint ink marks.
Don’t let anyone praise you for your good color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
4. "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Mao Zedong
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 repays it. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.