Who can say the idiom "mei" or the seven sentences with charm?

Lin Bu, Xiaomei, a mountain garden, has a variety of customs. "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, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues. Song Qi, the fallen flowers turn red, each with its own injuries, and the brothel forgets the misty rain. I can fly and dance in the air, and I have turned into half makeup. Haike returns the pearl with tears, while Zhangtai people leave their bones fragrant. Maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies, so I paid my heart and honey room. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. In the Sanqu Road, there are plum blossoms and sunny days, but the streams are full of mountains. The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came. Lu you heard that plum blossoms are full of fragrance, and how can snowdrifts spread all over the four mountains turn into hundreds of billions, and one tree smells of plum blossoms? Mei, the poet of the poem, once suffered from lovesickness. Once, this was the most affectionate place. Three thousand trees grow at the foot of a remote mountain. Li Lang 2004-3- 10- 12: 39 Mei, from Qiu Jin, felt the most affectionate at first sight. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to the small garden. "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, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool 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? Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is far north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it. Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! . Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps. Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers on the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls. Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad. It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy. Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list. Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep 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. Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old. I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers. How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night. Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come. Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost. Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real. Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so 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 kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow. I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading. Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea. Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease. No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected 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 I use to comfort my distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight. We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green. No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away. A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers. Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year. There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen of West Lake Meiyuan is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and the romantic month of Liuqiao is a bosom friend. Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond. I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade. It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers. Yangshan road, Zhongyuan stone is good at staying in the rain, fighting for points in spring, and flying over the ancient grave. Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house. The grass is not deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and the sky is clear and the garden is moist. It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark. In winter, Yu released crows in Lin Qingxu and covered them with bamboo curtains. Why did you ask Wang Sungui to return? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north. Xia Wanchun thinks of plum blossoms in his hometown when he meets flowers, but snow can't cover the cold mountain road. The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others. Mei Wei has never seen plum blossom spectrum, she has her own god. If you don't believe me, try a thousand trees, and the east wind makes spring. Wang Yuanzhang painted Mei Ming and Xu Wei upside down. He was too lonely to copy the clouds. Don't take everything too seriously, and don't blame plum blossoms for falling to the ground. Yin Mingtang painted a garden full of white snow and jade. It is urgent to sell wine and clear the ice, and there are also plum-thinning guests to watch. In early spring, the spring breeze in Chen Jiru is weak and the willows are oblique, and the new grass distinguishes a touch of sand. I want to borrow a hoe from my master to sweep away the residual snow and plant plum blossoms. Song Huizong painted half-open, and Mei Zhaoming went to the court to give up drinking and write half a plum blossom. After the melancholy palace spring went away, a branch floated in the south of the Yangtze River. Picture Mei Xiaoru. The light snow disappeared at the beginning of the Half Moon Lake, and two or three branches could be seen in the distance by the hedge. The fragrance reaches the heavenly heart, but it is not known to ordinary flowers and trees. Draw plum blossoms, Chen Ming, the plum fragrance in Zhuliba field, and bring snow to the drunken hometown. In spring, paper sleeps alone, and people are busy when they are tired. Painting Plums Chen Ming's plum blossoms stand out from the crowd. After the snow, she is busy laughing at me. Take a skill to hang a bamboo stick and return a fragrance. Plum blossoms fell on the porch eaves, and the wind blew in front of the court last night. I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it. Early plum tea is smooth and all trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch is alone. Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage. On the third day, Ding Maoxin was writing very happily, and Li Rihua's tan mouth smiled from ear to ear and blew with joy. The drinker was so excited that poetry fell from the sky. The inscribed poems are very clear. Pu has nothing to do with it. She must go back to Mei. The snow is deep and the spring is shallow, and it is half home. After the snow in the mountains, it is clear that Zheng Xie opens the door in the morning. It's full of snow, with pale eyes and cold sun. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. Draw Mei Qing, Jin Nong and Lao Mei. The older you get, the older your spirit is. If there are people in the hydropower tower. It's very cold and full, if I know that Mingyue is my predecessor. Xiao Yun was dismissed by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Snow falls behind, falling lightly in the green, Huaxi is cold, put on spring clothes. Looking for spring across the south bank of the bridge, walking around plum blossoms and bringing back the bright moon. Title Plum Blossoms Wang Qing Shen Shi planted one or two rows of plum blossoms in the yard, and the paintings were hollow and sparsely clothed. The snow and ice melt, the moonlight adds white, and the east wind smells sweet one day. The early Mei Qing Ningdiaoyuan Pill was full of color and shame, and saw the spirit from the end. Deep in the western hills, under the pale cliff, you don't need to borrow springs when you count. The strange fragrance of Kumeiqing Wuqi touched Duan Lin, and it has been booming for a hundred years. Try your best to clean up the essence, leaving only bones for others to see. Inscription Li's plum blossom did not sprout on this day. It was a painter named Zhuan Gankun. The spring breeze at the bottom of the pen is endless, and it will bloom forever. The inscription of "Mei Qing Li Fangying" is new ink, and some plum blossoms are the cutest. I am willing to ride the wind to the distance, and my hometown will be a spring. Meiyue's wife can withstand the ice and snow on the ground, and the flowers on her head are fragrant. The breeze has its own fairy bones, so Leng Yan might as well go to Yutang. And my wife, Mei Qing, Yu Yue's yard is dust-free and frosty at night, so it's not easy to smell. Dream of Luofu on a cold night is better than the east slope of Tang Xue. Exploring Yuan's tomb in the rain, exploring Mei in the rain is still alive, and the stone shovel is sonorous. Clouds appear at first sight, and Songtao Rock slides. Rhyme should be in the meditation couch, and you love the garden. Looking at the vast Xiang Xue, my mountain is a good title. Plum fall, gentle breeze and drizzle, lingering fragrance in the desert. The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies like a cloud. There is no need to blow the country across the pipe. The most precious thing is the cold branch. Looking back at the lonely mountain, there are many frost birds and butterflies. Gao Qi Qiongzhi, a plum blossom poem, is only planted in Yaotai, who planted it everywhere in Jiangnan. In the snow-capped mountains, nobles lie down, and under the moonlight, beautiful women come in the forest. Cold depends on the thin shadow rustling bamboo, and spring covers the residual fragrance and desert moss. Since I went to Helang, there is nothing to recite, and the east wind is sad several times. A Dream of Red Mansions visited the wine of Miaoyu, Begging for Hongmei and Cao Xueqin, without opening the bottle, and kept saying, looking for spring and asking for wax to Penglai. I don't want to be exposed in a vase, but I want the fragrance of plum blossoms outside the threshold of Chang 'e. After China's entry into WTO, the cold peach and red snow will disappear, and the dust will cut Ziyun. If you are a poet, you will cherish your thin shoulders, and your clothes will still be covered with Buddha moss. A Dream of Red Mansions chants red plum blossoms (scarlet letter). Cao Xueqin smiles at the east wind before the cold. The soul flies to Yuling, the spring scenery is difficult to distinguish, and Luo Fu's dream is unclear. The green calyx adds makeup to the torch, and the fairy helps the drunken cross the rainbow. It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade comes from his ice and snow. "A Dream of Red Mansions" chants red plum blossoms (plum words). Cao Xueqin and Bai Mei were lazy to give red berries, and greeted them with drunkenness first. The frozen face is covered with blood, and the sour heart turns to dust without hatred. Swallow Dan medicine by mistake, remove real bones, and steal Yaochi to take off old tires. It is said that bees and butterflies are full of doubts. A Dream of Red Mansions praises red plums (flowers). Cao Xueqin is full of luxuriant foliage and flowers, and her children have luxurious spring makeup. There is no snow in the lounge, and there is a sunset in the running water. The dream is cold with the red flute, and the fragrance is crimson. The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and the color difference is beyond doubt. Ye Fan was given to Liu Kai in the Northern and Southern Dynasties and to the people in the dragon head. There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. The early plum tree is called Baiyudai Lengmei tree, which is next to the creek bridge next to the village. I don't know if the splash started first, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow. On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and fiery red. As usual, it's different when there are plum blossoms in the previous month. Mei Wangqi is not affected by dust at all, and bamboo fences and huts are willing. Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. The plum blossoms in the real Shiyuan are in full bloom, the sunset is late, and the snow is fragrant thousands of miles away. Since the beginning of spring, there have been no more beautiful sentences, and bonzi suddenly became a poem. Wang Wei, one of the miscellaneous poems, you come from my old country and tell me what happened there! . Open its first cold flower before tomorrow? . When I first met Meihualu, the north was not as warm as the south, and it was easy to break the intestines of northerners in the south. Rouge peach cheek pear flower powder, * * * such as makeup cold plum. The second rhyme, Yu Zaomei, Huang Tingjian and Leng Xiang don't show off their machines, and the small barnyard grass leans on two or three branches in the sun. Luo Wei Cui Ye nursed back to health deeply, and You Fengsheng also learned it. 1 1 month, the second backyard flower is in full bloom. The color is warm and fragrant, and it blooms ten thousand times. The spring breeze is full of emotion, accompanied by flowers coming and going. Shuibian Village, a secluded valley on the side of Zhanggang Mountain in Momei, used to be full of flowers. I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more. 19 1 1 In the winter of last year, the shadow of Jiang Kui dispersed and the snow was brought to Shihu. Stop for two months, give simple sentences and sign new voices to do these two songs. Shi Hu was amused, and prostitutes moved to Xi, where syllables were harmonious, so she was named Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow. Dimfragrance, the old moonlight, look at me more, playing the flute in Bian Mei. Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold. He Xun is old now, and he has forgotten the spring breeze. But the strange flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao mat. Jiangguo is silent. Sighed away, the snow began to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands, and thousands of trees overwhelmed the West Lake. Piece by piece, blow it out, when can I see it? A thin shadow is covered with jade, and there are small bluebirds, and the branches stay together. Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, nothing to lean on bamboo. Zhao Jun doesn't like Hu Shayuan, but remembers Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I want to wear a ring and come back on a moonlit night to become this flower. I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green. There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty. I also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but I complained about the sorrow of Yulong. When you come to find incense again, you have entered the small window banner. Operator. Song Lu, Yongmei, is especially lonely outside the broken bridge. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. 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. Linjiangxian. Mei Qingzhao's courtyard is deep and deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in the Spring Festival Evening. Who is haggard and detrimental to the appearance? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. After the pavilion was opened, I felt that Li Qingzhao was jade and fragrant, and Zita Law was brown. I hate going to see May later this year. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low. Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken. Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management. Li Qingzhao, a lonely goose, wrote plum blossom poems, which became vulgar as soon as they were written. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. Yulouchun Hongmei, Li Qingzhao and Hongsu are willing to cut Qiong Yao to pieces and explore the southern branches everywhere? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. Li Qingzhao, a proud fisherman, knows that spring is coming in the snow, and the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and his face is charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup. Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group. Plum blossoms attract people. Jingxi blocks the snow. Bai Ou Jie Jiang asked me whether to stay on the boat or stay in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past. Is it an old tour now? Flower House, Liu Xia Boat. Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water flows in vain. Huang Yun desert is saturated with kapok fur. Everyone knows that no one is worried about me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, like me. Li Yu, a qingping musician, was heartbroken when he didn't come in the spring. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. The curtains of Liang Shanbo and Ouyang Xiu are cold in the east wind and fragrant in the snow. Spring comes first. The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon slender. Warm seaweed in a golden stove. You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidery is a good sleep in spring. Luo Wei can't feel the screen window. Xin Qiji, a fairy son of Linjiang, is too lazy to cherish flowers when he is old, and still loves the plum around Jiangcun. A flower lights up the spring in Yuxi. Plum blossoms do not have the delicate appearance of ordinary spring flowers, but the Leng Yan charm of Aoxue is presented to people. The rest of the rice is beautiful in the empty mountain, because the canal is fresh and the bamboo roots are flowing with streams and clouds. Indulge in the beautiful scenery, forget the time, it's already dusk, and the willow tip is already on the moon. References:

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