Poems or phrases related to plum blossoms

Wenhua is full of wind and snow.

How can we incarnate hundreds of billions and make a tree blossom before a plum blossom?

The second is.

The valley is farther north, and the flowers bloom late every year.

Do you know that Gao Biao Yi Yunjun is in the ice and snow?

The third is.

The more awe-inspiring the snow blows the wind, the highest integrity is in the flowers.

Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.

Fourth.

When I traveled to the west of Jincheng, I was drunk with plum blossoms.

Twenty miles of incense continued, from Qingyang Palace to Huanhuaxi.

Fifth.

I'm not feeling well, so I'm anxious to get rid of plum blossoms.

Will you be involved in the rain? There is no need to teach you green shoes.

In the sixth place

Luopuxian, a beautiful woman in the empty valley, is more beautiful after makeup removal.

Guangping's heart is as iron as iron, and sorrow breaks Zen.

seven

Common things often hinder the cup from driving the small garden plum.

Self-injury can only be found in spring dreams, and the tongue is ruthlessly recalled.

eight

The shadow of the moon scattered the fragrance of snow, but I felt speechless and heartbroken.

I once decided to spend money with Shiwen, and I crossed Yao Huang.

nine

It's hard to break a simple rhyme, and the head of the stream sweeps the floor and sets a fragrant pot.

Beauty should be disappointed. There were no celebrities in the past.

ten

The pavilions languish all day long, and the trees are withered.

I only blame this Weng for often thanking guests, and Yuan Lai is not afraid of the cold spring.

eleven

In thirty-three years, the joy of Jinjiang turned into sorrow.

I suddenly saw plum blossoms in Xitou, just like when I was in Qingyang Palace.

twelve

Looking back on the past by Jinjiang River, I was full of drunken prostitutes.

Today's Mosuo plum blossoms are smiling, and every one is sad in front of the ancient post lamp.

thirteen

Who can draw a twig and a cold core? Yangsao Jiangxi used to be a good name.

I'm busy today, so I'll get a sneak peek.

fourteen

Flowers are like snow, and donkey saddles are full of wine.

Andrew Danqing, like Lu Gu, painted the night scene for me by the canal?

fifteen

After Hongmei, I went to Ren Mei and didn't bloom with the spring breeze.

Creation is unintentional and intentional, which leads to birds being released every day.

sixteen

The old pool platform in Wang Xiaoyuan, Shu is beautiful with thousands of trees in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

The only strange thing is that Chao Lai's song is blowing, and the garden official reports that he will leave at five o'clock.

seventeen

Plum blossoms on the lake are automatic, and small bridges are most suitable for flowing water.

The host is always a guest, don't complain about fragrance and resentment.

eighteen

Gumei, my state, is named after the old name, and the clouds steam and rain stain the green moss.

A staff is quickly found to beat a dog with.

nineteen

Tanchun is in the end of the world, and poetry is half oblique when drunk.

Today, Xitou is still drinking, and the cold official can't help but watch plum blossoms.