Fold the plum for each post and send it to the leader.

There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.

Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

It's plum blossoms. When you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossoms.

Shan Yuan Xiao Mei (Linbu)

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, I can whisper, get close to the plum blossom, sing without knocking on the hardwood clappers, and admire it with a golden cup.

Su Shi

The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space.

In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint.

This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance.

Listen to the drunkard's language: "The color of the mountain is both there and there."

The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains.

Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves.

Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter.

A little awe-inspiring, a thousand miles fast.

Qingpingle (Li Yu)

Don't come in the middle of spring, it's heartbreaking.

The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Wild geese come without evidence, and the road is difficult to dream.

The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

Su Shi

Close children talk and the lights are dim at night.

Hatred and resentment come and go, tears come and go.

Suddenly, he became a magnificent warrior, full of enthusiasm, a thousand miles away.

Looking back at dusk, the clouds are far away, and the flying catkins stir the green ghosts.

Of all the birds, the real phoenix is the only one that doesn't sing.

Climb up step by step, and find the light when you fall down.

The wind and rain between my fingers stuffed ice and charcoal in my intestines, so I couldn't sit up straight.

Pushing hands from home, leaning on you without tears

Plums fall like snow.

Where are the snowflakes floating? Merlin began to spit incense.

Very quiet, how many vicissitudes, how much tenderness, is the agreement between Xue and Mei in this life.

One by one, gently Ying Ying, crystal clear. Snow White, first dyed the merlin, then dyed every petal, and then dyed 3,000 moss, from root to tip. Contaminated with all the past. ......

Snow carries plum blossoms through the world of mortals, so the appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of plum blossoms, and the fragrance opens cold and the core falls. What is Mei Xiang's love? Crossing the embankment from Tsing Yi looks like a waterway when it is broken. The flute sounds like resentment, and the song is dumb. This song is still awake in the dream. In the waking place, snow falls and plums fall, and jade bone, an ice muscle, flies over the wings of boundless time and space and perches in the impermanent Weiyang.

Plum blossoms bloom freely in this cold, and one after another is hazy in the snow. Snow on the plum branches, Leng Xiang gently condensed, holding a snowflake, twisting a wisp of fragrance. On the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, on the Yuan Ye in Saibei, where the wind is howling, in the dream of the late Lord, drink a cup of Mei Huajiu, caress a plum blossom, and hope that thousands of plum blossoms will fly and a few snowflakes will pass by. ......

After a long separation, people who come home at night are covered in snow and snow, holding a sleeve of plum fragrance and gently ringing Chai Fei. Clouds have entangled your long hair, moonlight has bleached your dress, fingers have brushed pieces of snow, and snow has danced into butterflies, staring at a small plum heart, which is so sad. Who says we will cut the candle at the west window next year, who says we will meet again when we are intoxicated, and who is tossing and turning in the snowy night, feeling the faint snow fragrance, worrying like a cloud, the wind knife and frost sword, and the strings are out of order? Once plum blossom, once plum blossom, how many degrees of plum blossom, how many degrees of acacia.

Outside the window, a snowflake came with a faint plum fragrance. Snow-stained plums, lights ringing, flutes still playing, tea Leng Xiang. The snow and ice melt, the cold plum withers, and the blushing cheeks are changeable. There are no unrequited plum blossoms in the world of mortals, and there are no constant blushing cheeks. The rosy cheeks are haggard, and no one can keep them. A wisp of fragrance is hidden in the shadow of the flute lamp, bearing in mind the glory and fragrance of last season.

Last year, there was more than a month in Shenyuan Garden, and plum blossoms fell on Bridge 24 tonight. Plum blossoms fall, the bottom wind blows, and winter slowly goes away, and plum blossoms slowly fall into winter clothes.

Ask the flying snow, ask the falling plum, is the snow dancing like plum, or the falling plum like snow? In the middle of the night, the wind hits the window and the snow drifts, and the four seasons smell like water. Show a roll of plum hearts, cut a curtain, make a beautiful face and leave a poem about the soul of the moon. The snow floated silently, and the plum fell silently. Under the steps in front of the court, there is endless falling, and the plum blossoms are endless as snow. Are you homesick? Is it sad or not? Is it like a bean? Is it disillusionment or hope? Or neither. I can still see plum blossoms falling like snow, plum blossoms falling like snow. ......