1, so wintersweet is particularly vigorous in winter. No matter the wind and rain, she is still full, just like a slim and beautiful girl.
2, plum blossom is willing to be lonely, charming and refined, indifferent to fame and fortune, selfless dedication. She is not lost because there are no butterflies, nor depressed because there are no bees to follow, nor like crazy catkins dancing with the wind, nor like fine peach blossoms chasing water, but selflessly blooming silently in the cold, with no regrets, bringing joy and beautiful enjoyment to people's lives.
The most common colors of plum blossom are red, pink and white. Red plum blossoms are as gorgeous as peaches and plums, as brilliant as clouds, as flaming flames and dancing red flags, which are extremely gorgeous and infectious. Looking at it makes people feel encouraged and excited, and their hearts are full of inexplicable excitement. Pink plum blossoms are like the girl's cheeks in Seeds of Love, and they have a feeling of being extremely shy, picturesque and gentle. Being in it is pleasing to the eye, with infinite thoughts and lingering. Bai Meihua, carved with silver and jade in snow sculpture and ice in jade bone, is so beautiful and detached, elegant and free from vulgarity, innocent and awe-inspiring.
2. The homesickness poem of Meihua: Yongmei's trip to the land.
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Mo mei Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Early plum blossom
A tree with cold plum and white jade, back to Lincun Road, next to the stream bridge.
I don't know if I started spraying water recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Mo mei ju Jian
Don't hate Danqing's waste painter, you don't need to seek common ground while reserving differences.
Jade capacity is not as good as western Western jackdaw color, so it is different from Han Palace.
Zaomei Miracle
Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating.
In front of the village in Zita Law, a branch was opened last night.
Biography of Mo Zhang Mei
Shuibian village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers.
I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.
Zaomei Li Gongming
East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.
Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.
Mo mei Zhao Bingwen
Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
3. A poem describing the love of plum blossoms, Daquan Jujube Plum.
plum
East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.
Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.
Red Plum
Su Shi
Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
Zaomei
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.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?
Yamagata Xiaomei
Limbu
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."
Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn.
Chinese plum
Jiang
There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now it has several flowers.
Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?
Xue Mei (1)
Lu Meipo
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.
Xue Mei (2)
Lu Meipo
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Chinese plum
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Zaomei
Wowkie Zhang
Next to Lincunxi Bridge, there is a cold plum and white jade belt.
I don't know whether it will start in the near future, but it is suspected that it has not been sold by Chun Xue.
Ode to Plum Blossoms (Bu Suan)
Mao Zedong
The spring departed in wind and rain; With flying snow it’s back again.
Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.
When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Mo mei
Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Mo mei
Ju Jian
Don't hate Danqing's waste painter, you don't need to seek common ground while reserving differences.
Jade capacity is not as good as western Western jackdaw color, so it is different from Han Palace.
Zaomei
Miracle
Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating.
In front of the village in Zita Law, a branch was opened last night.
Mo mei
Wowkie Zhang
Shuibian village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers.
I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.
Mo mei
Zhao Bingwen
Painters don't make powder and fat noodles, but they are afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man.
Yimei
Li shangyin
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
Bai mei
Wang Mian
This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.
Chinese plum
Qi Wang
Free from dust at all, the bamboo fence hut is willing.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Wang Anshi
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Chinese plum
Gong Xingzhi
At present, who knows that cold friends are old, only plum blossoms are lonely.
The bright moon is like water every day, and the wine wakes up to listen to Yu Di.
Meihualuo
In the dead of winter in December, the northwest wind blows bitterly.
Unique plum blossoms fall, no branches float.
Nostalgia chasing frost, walking under the ice.
Speaking of spring, * * * reflects the words of Furong.
Beautiful fragrance and color, unique style —— On Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
In the heavy snow every year,
Often drunk plum blossoms,
It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,
Win tears in your clothes!
This year, the ends of the earth,
Flowers grow on the temples.
Look at the night breeze,
So plum blossoms should be ugly.
4. Poems about flowers and thoughts. Ancient poems about homesickness 1. Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote a poem "Pruning Plums", in which the lotus root and the fragrant jade died, while Luo Shang explained it lightly and lived alone in Lanzhou.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. 2. Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was untitled. Last night, the stars were shining, the wind was blowing last night, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. 3. The Northern Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" is clever, flying stars convey grievances, and silver and Han are dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Second, the poem about plum blossoms 1, there are several plum blossoms in the corner of Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom, and hanling blooms alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. 2, Lu You's "Plum Blossom Poem" heard that plum blossoms are blooming in the wind and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.
How can I become a hundred billion, a plum blossom? 3. Xiaogang's "Plum Blossoms in the Snow" was absolutely shocked. Plum Blossoms arrived late, which was a glimpse in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
5. About three ancient poems of Mei and three poems of homesickness, Wang Anshi and Plum Blossom.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Meihua journey
The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.
How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Zaomei Liu Zongyuan
Early plums grow tall, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The crescent moon floats over Ye Xiang, and it is white with frost.
If you want to give Wan a gift, you have to be across the mountains and rivers. Why comfort distant guests in front of the cold English?
1
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
2
Looking at the bright moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
three
, Qiu Si
Zhang (surname)
book
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
four
Autumn wind brings in.
Liu Yuxi
Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
five
Endless longing
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
six
On a spring night, I smelled the flute in Los Angeles.
the Tang Dynasty
Lipper
The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
seven
People miss home every day.
Xue Daoheng
It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
eight
Think of my brother on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
nine
Guazhou berthing
Wang Anshi
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
10
Crossing the Han River
Song Wenzhi
The sound outside the spine is broken, after winter, summer and spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
6. Yongmei's homesick poem Yongmei
Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner.
Ling cold drives alone.
Distant knowledge is not snow,
Because of the faint fragrance.
Coal in the stove
Guo Moruo
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!