Praise plum blossom poem

The flowers are full of wind, and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.

How can we incarnate hundreds of billions, so that a tree blooms first and a plum blossom blooms first?

The second is.

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

Do you know that Gao Biao Yi Yunjun is in a world of ice and snow?

The third is.

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

Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.

Fourth.

I traveled to Jincheng West and got drunk for plum blossoms.

Twenty-four Li Xiang continued, from Qingyang Palace to Huanhuaxi.

Fifth.

I'm not feeling well, and I'm in a hurry to get plum blossoms.

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

In the sixth place

Luopuxian, a beauty in the empty valley, looks more beautiful after washing makeup.

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

seven

Common things, often because of a cup and drive a garden Xiaomei.

Self-harm can only be found in spring dreams, and the tongue is ruthlessly called back.

eight

The shadow of the moon scattered snow fragrance, just for speechless heartbroken.

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

nine

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

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

ten

The pavilions languish all day long, and the trees and plum blossoms see the remnants.

Only blame this Weng for always thanking guests, Yuan Lai is not afraid of Joan Hinton.

eleven

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

Suddenly I saw the plum blossoms at the head of the stream, just like when I was in Qingyang Palace.

twelve

Looking back at the past by Jinjiang River, I wrapped my head in a million drunken prostitutes.

Now Mosuo plum blossoms smile like flowers, and each of them is sad before the ancient post lamp.

thirteen

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

Today, the east window is idle, so you have to look at it first.

fourteen

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

Andrew Danqing, like Lu Gu, painted the night view of the canal for me?

fifteen

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

Creation is unintentional and intentional, resulting in birds being released every day.

sixteen

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

I only blame the tide for singing, and the park official has reported leaving at five o'clock.

seventeen

The plum blossom moves by itself on the lake, and the small bridge is the most suitable.

The host is always a guest, don't complain about incense.

eighteen

Gumei, our state, is named after the old name, cloud steaming, rain stains, moss.

One should look through the monk's window and don't sell his daughter to Fengcheng.

nineteen

Tanchun is in the end of the world, and poetry is half inclined in drunkenness.

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