A poem describing a few plum blossoms in the corner

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.

Plum, early plum.

East wind and west wind, leaves are empty in the middle of Gunmushan.

Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and they are still new and white.

Su Shi in Hongmei

Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.

"Early Plum" Liu Zongyuan

Early plum trees reflect 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 be used to comfort the thoughts of distant friends?

Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden Lin Bu

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."

Frost birds want to see first, and pink butterflies like to know each other.

Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn.

Jiang, Plum Blossom

There was a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, and now it has several flowers.

Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in?

Xue Mei Lu Meipo

For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and 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 piece of Mei Xiang.

Xue Mei (2) Lu Meipo

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.

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