The poems about beauties in the snow include:
1. "Plum Pavilion" by Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty
The pavilion is named Plum Blossoms, the snow is falling, and the fragrance is proud and the flowers are sparse. .
She is as outstanding as jade, from now on she is called Plum Concubine
Translation:
Snowflakes are falling, plum blossoms are in full bloom, I named this pavilion For Plum Pavilion,
The pride and fragrance of plum blossoms are rare among other flowers.
The plum blossom is outstanding, its petals are like pieces of white jade.
You are just like the plum blossom. From now on, I will call you Mei Fei.
2. "Beauty" Zhu Yunming, Ming Dynasty
There is a beautiful woman in the snow, with a face that is beyond comparison in the world of mortals.
The spirit is like spring lake water, and the eyebrows are as beautiful as Chundai Mountain.
The water lotus is overwhelmed by the wind, and my heart feels pity for it.
Lovesickness has become a disease, but I still don’t hear it.
Translation:
There is a beautiful woman in the white snow. Her delicate appearance is the best in the world.
The beauty’s expression is like the lake in spring, and her eyebrows are in the shape of spring mountain daisy.
Walking like a water lotus flower, which can be blown down by a gust of wind, I felt pity in my heart when I saw it.
Those who missed the beautiful woman became lovesick, but the beautiful woman didn’t know it.
3. "Nine Plum Blossom Poems·Part 1" Gao Qi at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty
The beauty is only in Yaotai, but it is everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River.
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 song. How many times has the east wind been sad and silent?
Translation:
The plum blossoms are magnificent and should have served as the jade on the Yao Terrace, but I don’t know which fairy’s hands planted them in the mountains and forests in the south of the Yangtze River.
The plum blossoms in the snow are like nobles lying in the mountains, and the plum blossoms under the moon are like beauties coming from the forest.
The sound of bamboo rustling in the mountains is cold, and the spring breeze gently covers the remaining fragrance of the dense moss in the mountains.
Since He Xun passed away, the plum blossoms have not had a close friend, and they have bloomed and fallen lonely and sadly in the east wind many times.
4. "Seeing Plum Blossoms in Fufengjie in Mid-November" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The pavilions on the road are beautiful, and the fragrance of the clothes is unusual.
Su'e is only with the moon, and the young girl does not spare the frost.
Giving a hand that is far away and empty, but hurting and leaving a broken heart.
For who will show off early and not wait until he is young?
Translation:
Plum blossoms are blooming all over the roadside, standing tall and beautiful.
It opens before the season, exuding a rich fragrance.
Chang'e looks cool and cool in the company of the moonlight.
The coldness of the jade girl from Qingxiao is better than the frost. She holds a handful of plum blossoms in her hands, but she doesn’t know where to send them.
When I was sad to say goodbye to Meihua, I happened to be filled with grief and anger.
For whom did the plum blossom bloom prematurely instead of waiting until spring to bloom and become a fragrant flower during the Lunar New Year?
5. Walking on the Shasha·Snow is like plum blossoms
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Lu Benzhong
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow .
The similarities and dissimilarities are both strange.
Who knows about the annoying flavor?
Please ask me to take the moon from the south tower.
I remember last year, it was plum blossom season.
No one talks about old things.
For whom do you get drunk and for whom do you wake up?
To this day I still regret leaving.
Translation:
Snow is as white and flawless as plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are as crystal clear as snow. No matter who they are, they are all so beautiful. But the snow and plum blossoms aroused my sorrow. No one knows about this sorrow, only the moon on the south tower serves as my witness.
I remember this was the same scene before. I walked through the snow with you to look for plum blossoms. Time flies, people have grown old, things have become things in the past, and no one mentions them anymore. I woke up drunk, for whom did I wake up and get drunk again? I still regret that I left you so easily.