Ten ancient poems about plum blossoms

Ten famous plum blossom poems are as follows:

1, plum blossom

Wang Song 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.

2. "Yan Joule Boscher Watching Plums"

Song Chaobuzhi

It is as open as snow. Thanks are like snow. Wonderful in flowers.

The fragrance is not in the core, not in the calyx, but in the bone.

Ride the wind in the stream and stay in the stream for the month. Shame, peach is like blood.

Straight and forgive, sparse and faint, there must be general feelings.

3. Ruihexian Fu Mei

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The frost of the goose penetrated the curtains. The moon is protected by light clouds, and the tender ice is still thin. The stream was swept by a comb. If you want to make fragrant powder, it is difficult to learn gorgeous makeup. Jade muscle is thin. It's heavy, and it has dragons on it. Leaning against the east wind, I smiled and looked forward to the shame.

Loneliness. Where is the home mountain, the garden behind the snow and the castle by the water? Old testament of yaochi. Who does Li Hong rely on more? Pink butterflies only solve, look for peaches and willows, and bloom all over the south branch without feeling. But sad, cold dusk, painted several angles.

4. "Business Department Operator Yongmei"

Song dynasty: Lu you

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.

5. Two Xue Mei songs, Part II

Song Dynasty: Lu Yue

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

6. Prunus mume

Song Dynasty: Cao Formation

You can't wash rouge and lead powder, so you have a natural posture. A thin plum blossom leans out of the bamboo forest, like a beautiful woman, slender in the cold Du Yi bamboo forest. In the yard at dusk, there is no fragrance, and the wind is thin and the snow is hanging, not to mention Jiangtou Road.

The thin shadow under the moon, the ecstasy of dreaming. What an elegant month, but I can't help but feel melancholy in my dream until I feel like a festive plum and a sad rain. Plum blossom is a kind of lonely fragrance, which makes lovers sad, but I like abnormal thin loss for you?

7. Dim fragrance of old moonlight

Song Jiangkui

19 1 1 In winter, there was a snowy stone lake. I stopped for a month, gave a simple sentence and signed a new voice. I made these two songs, and Shi Hu used them to play, which made prostitutes go with harmonious syllables. These two songs are called Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow.

How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? 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, sighing and far away, and the snow begins to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue. When can you see it again?

8. "plum blossom"

Don Cui Daorong

At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.

There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.

If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.

9. "Water Fairy Exploring West Lake Plum"

Yuan

On a sunny snowy day, I went to the West Lake to visit the elderly and rode a donkey on the bridge of Xuexiqiao Road.

Laughing at Wang Wei's painting, picking plum blossoms and carrying pots in many places.

Laughing at wine without money to sell swords, drunk in the West Lake!

10, operator Yongmei.

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.