Junnuo said earlier that I would change the previous steps. Gao Qi wrote nine plum blossom poems. After thinking about it, the previous song was already sent, and it is estimated that it is not the first song, so I wrote a few more songs. I hope you can mention something.
Plum blossom poems are best written by Gao Qi and Zhang Wentao.
Zhang Wentao, a representative of spiritualist poets in Qing Dynasty. Sichuanese. Famous poet, critic and painter. There is "Chuanshan Poetry and Grass" handed down from generation to generation. In this genre, there is Yuan Mei's Poems for the Sisters. Zhang also advocates the poetic path of "nature is full of interest, and good poetry is only close to human feelings", emphasizing that there can be no self in poetry. It has a far-reaching influence on later poetry creation.
In the process of rhyming, Yu Zi was deeply infected by the original sentence. For example, "it is better to die of old age than to spend it in Luoyang now." Turning to pity peaches and plums is colorless, and holding cream alone has temperament. ""I can still stay in the air until I die, so I can't bear to laugh, be sad or be cold. "The poet stands at the top of the plum blossom, ignoring the secular color. Acid, alkali and cold resistance, able to withstand the wind blowing bones.
Compared with the original jadeite stone, Yu Zi's rhyme is pediatrics. But I tried my best to keep the painting feeling. It's a pity that our old friend is gone, or we can ask for some advice. Please be honest at this point.
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Hedge stone path cage cloud, bamboo house firewood fly wine on credit.
Wild water flows thousands of miles, and Shuang Shuang is independent.
I have never been lonely and shy, and I have been crying since ancient times.
The longer you send love to distant places, the more you dream of flowers.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
A forest lies in the haze at will, and your famous wine can easily get credit.
I swear that I would like to be left out in the cold of winter. My pity is too oblique.
The weather is useless in spring, and there are many feelings in the world.
It is better to die of old age than to look at the mountain people.
Secondly,
There is an undercurrent next to the lonely fence, which is horizontal and batik and quiet.
All kinds of flowers are free, and jade refers to the spring flute.
Clear water and wind leave human hatred, graceful figure and light forget immortal name.
Open the bottle to drink first frost wine, then cold ye heard the sound of falling snow.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Wild cranes and idle clouds send this life, and the fragrance is really clear.
Turning to pity peaches and plums is colorless, and holding cream alone has temperament.
It is difficult to give me a poem, and it is also famous to laugh at others.
It's too late to feel the spring breeze, so listen to the first sound of warblers.
third
It's getting late in the frost, and the doubt is unknown.
Lenghui adds loneliness, and Hanshan paints lovesickness.
Yunfu roots are thousands of miles poor, and the road turns fragrant.
Tired of seeing guests leave and hate dancing, it is the most timely to borrow words in a clear voice.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
The flower is slow in qualification and light in heart.
No one in this world can understand that it costs a lot of money to miss you for one night.
It seems that the storm will last for a few days and the fragrance will spread to the first branch of the garden.
Naturally, it is good not to open, and lofty is never appropriate.
Fourth.
Thin horse and light hair entered Nomura, singing, drinking wine and drinking purple and gold bottles.
Yaochi is full of people, and the blue sea is deeper than the world.
Don't wait for the cold wind to dream, why look for fragrance marks in the snow.
Fairy clothes are as elegant as green girls, and Guanyin spreads all over the body.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Dream around the village cold mountain, a branch opens at night.
Prosperity and short taste are suitable for Chinese wine, and it is better to close the door when climbing mountains.
When the wind is severe, it is clear and has bones, and the dust is empty and light.
I have never known Wei Xiang, but I only rely on the rain and dew of Dongdi.
Fifth.
The futon sat quietly, asked about the fate of Zen and lived a rich life.
The cold wind outside the temple carries the falling snow, and the branches are faint.
I am always patient when I am cold, and I always sigh and pity when I feel first frost.
If you don't compete with Chunfang, why should history spread?
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Copper bottles and paper accounts are old karma that has disturbed my homesickness for several years.
Don't laugh like a quiet girl, you know character is a flying fairy.
Born to escape should be invincible, and realize that the vacuum is pitiful.
The world is the first, and the history of not repairing flowers is also circulated.
Sixth.
Searching in the forest at night, the branches are cold and the moon is heavy.
The three-minute car passed by, and a touch of Huang Yunling met outside.
Elegant as a willow on a dike, it is better than a pine in a stone.
Riding the charming colors in the breeze, watching the fairy spirits around the fog.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Looking back at the old traces of the mountains, heavy snow fell.
Remember to fold the post before spring and meet Yaotai under the moon.
Can't you dance cranes for the guests, have fun or fade after that?
The ancient costume of heaven and man is naturally good, so buy rouge and understate it.
Seventh.
The moon sets, the clouds and windows are covered with snow, and the pipa flickers silently.
Chen Qing sings the residual lamp cold, and the old volume is difficult to write.
The sharp bamboo leaves the core, and the heart is bitter and forgets the cold.
Don't say untimely beauty, thin bones destroy people.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Xiang Yueying Tuan, who plays the piano at midnight?
No one feels idle and neutral, and it is difficult to be indifferent to the times since ancient times.
You can keep your charm until you die, so why don't you smile and be sour and cold when you are affectionate?
Be different, don't look at the example of spring flowers.
Eighth.
In the middle of the night, the porch window faces the cold branches, making tea and drinking in private.
Yao Chi's reputation is full of fragrant dew, and the dust is in a cold country, meeting an old friend.
Plain-handed fairy has charm, and low eyebrows turn into spiritual poems.
All kinds of hardships come in spring and wait for the clouds to fall.
Zhang Wentao Yuan Yu
Put a few branches at the end of the wax spring, and the wind, frost and rain will always be selfless.
Beauty should be like this, the predecessor of the bright moon is unknown.
Don't make a clean picture when taking pictures. This is a rare poem.
Why do flowers compete with each other? Sometimes they can be fragrant alone.
Pay "History of Spring and Ming Dynasty" Zhang Henshui rhyme;
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Don't live up to the gloom of gull union, and you will end up on credit without a plan.
However, I suspect that my eyebrows are thin before spring, and I remember that my waist is drunk and then inclined.
With the increase of love experience, I have a better understanding of sadness.
Admiralty is willing to turn the army into much trouble, and peaches and plums are unlucky.
two
Who can thoroughly clarify the cause and effect without learning the mirror to prove the previous life?
It is an illusion to mend the sky by refining stones, and it has nothing to do with it.
A wave of debt owed, nine people died in poverty.
You dare to blame me if you are not lucky, and you will be gruff if you are slow.
three
When you arrive late with a smile, it is a mirage.
Mo's life is related to his life. He has never been lovesick without bait.
Heaven teaches flying flocs to follow the flowing water, and the wind blows cicadas over other branches.
Blame Jiang Lang's exhaustion and untimely thrush.
four
Soft language Wu Nong talks about the old village and plays the piano before the lamp.
The drama teaches the moon to welcome the red stroke, and is about to hide the White Gate with Jiangnan.
Parting incarnates a beautiful image, wiping away the tears on my arms in the long night.
Looking back now, I hate it, I am ashamed to say it, and the whole city vomits and coughs.
five
Flowers bloom and tears fall, and love returns to the sea for another year.
Cold and bitter poems are pregnant with sick bones and sleepy as dreams.
Fine birds fill the stone with muddy helpless, naive girls play pitiful.
There are no words in sorrow, and the snail gathers grievances first.
six
Yangzhou felt tired and wandering, and the tears paid off.
There is no need to really get rid of this day, he may not meet again.
Hide red beans in an empty box and would like to sell piano books to visit red pine.
It was found that it was given by Luo Qing the day before yesterday, and the fragrance was as strong as last year.
seven
Rubbing snow does not make a ball, but a song covers tears.
The wind floc turns with the outside world, but the peach blossoms are hard to grow old.
As the sun sets, the grass becomes bitter, and the mirror illuminates Meng Han.
This painting is really evocative and has been put on hold and reread several times.
eight
Phoenix loves Wu Bi branches best and cherishes each other.
My eyes seem blue, I am thin, but my heart is not white.
Zhu Huan Hugh talked about this life, and the title page promoted old poems.
Amb Lee, a melancholy paper window, sings alone in the long night.