A poem about plum blossoms

Plum blossom is a small tree of Rosaceae apricot, and it is the first of the top ten famous flowers in China. Together with orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums, plum blossoms are listed as four gentlemen, and pine and bamboo are called "cold three friends". In Chinese traditional culture, they are inspired by their noble, strong and modest character, blooming in front of a hundred flowers in the cold, and spring all over the world. Let's take a look at the poems about plum blossoms.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Northern and Southern dynasties

"Gift Fan Ye"

Lu Kai in the Northern Wei Dynasty

The folded plum meets the courier and sends it to Longtou people.

The south of the Yangtze River has nothing, so let's talk about giving away a spring.

Zaomei

Xie Xie in the Southern Dynasty

Welcome the spring so early, do not doubt the cold alone.

After the fear of falling flowers, no one looked otherwise.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Tang Dynasty

"Mountain Garden Xiaomei"

Tang Lin Hejing

Zhongfang shake down alone noisy Yan, occupy all the amorous feelings to the small garden.

Sparse shadows slant across the clear water shallow, Subtle fragmance floats serenely in moonlight mellow.

The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly is like a broken soul.

Fortunately, there is no need for a board to share a gold bottle.

"remembering Mei"

Tang Li Shangyin

Set the end of the world, according to Wuhua.

Cold plum is the most hated, growing as last year's flower.

"meet the plum blossoms in the Fufeng circle in mid-November."

Tang Li Shangyin

The pavilion on the ramp road is beautiful, curling fragrance from time to time. Su E is only with the moon, and the young girl does not forgive the frost.

The gift is far empty and full of hands, and the injury is suitable to break the heart. For whom is the morning show? Don't wait to be young.

Jiangmei

Tang du Fu

Mei Rui La before broken, plum blossom years later. Knowing that spring is good, what is the most sad thing to do?

The snow tree yuan is the same color, and the river wind is also self-wave. The hometown is invisible, and the witch is gloomy.

Zaomei

Tang Qiji

Ten thousand trees are frozen to break, but the roots are warm and come back alone. The branch opened last night in the deep snow of the former village.

The wind delivers the delicate fragrance, the bird peeps Su Yan to come. If the law is obeyed next year, the spring stage will be released first.

Miscellaneous poems

Tang Wang Wei

Our Native Place You come from native place; What happened there you'd know.

In front of the window in the future, which wax plum blossom is in bloom?

"Miscellaneous songs"

Tang Wang Wei

I have seen cold plum hair, and I have heard the singing of birds again.

The heart looks at the spring grass, afraid to the jade class.

Plum on the River

Tang Wang Shi

Suddenly saw the cold plum tree, blooming Han waterfront.

I don't know that spring is early, but I am suspected to be a pearl player.

"Ting Mei Yong sent to others"

Tang Liu Yuxi

Early flowers are often cold, fruitful and often bitter. What is it that makes you stop in spring?

The dead peach will laugh at each other, and the brothel will look back! When you ask to tune Jinding, it is difficult to know the right taste.

Plum Blossom

Tang Cui Daorong

Counting calyx contains snow at the beginning, but it is difficult to draw alone. There is a special rhyme in the incense, which is very clear and does not know the cold.

Fife and sorrowful listening, oblique skills according to disease. The headwind, such as understanding, is easy to destroy.

Plum Blossom

Tang Yu Xin

In the first half of the twelfth lunar month, I already felt that the plum blossoms had stopped. Do not believe this spring night, all come to see in the snow.

The trees move and fall, and the branches are higher than the cold hands. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.

"looking for plum blossoms in the snow"

Tang Xiao Gang

The plum blossom is late, competing for a peek in the snow. The lower branch can be seen low, but the high place is hard to know.

They are all ashamed to show their wrists and give way to each other. You must also cut and pick, and learn to do two or three skills.

Plum Blossom

Tang Jiang Weihan

A plum tree in front of Bai Yutang suddenly sees several flowers blooming today.

Several doors are closed, how can spring get in?

Zaomei

Tang Liu Zongyuan

Early plum hair tall trees reflect Chu Tianbi. The new wind is fragrant at night, and the frost is white.

If you want to be a gift for thousands of miles, there will be no mountains and rivers. When Han Ying sits down, there is no need to comfort distant guests.

"newly planted plum"

Tang Bai Juyi

Seven new plum trees have been planted by the pool, and they are going to be inspected at flowering time.

Don't be afraid of peaches and plums in Cheung Chau. It's a good year for you to open up.

Zaomei

Tang Zhang said

A tree of cold plum and white jade strips, next to the village near the stream bridge.

I don't know if the splash comes first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold through the winter snow.

"one of the miscellaneous poems"

Tang Wang Wei

Our Native Place You come from native place; What happened there you'd know.

That one of the wax plum blossoms did not bloom before the next day.

"first acquaintance of plum blossoms"

Written by Lu of the five dynasties

The north of the Yangtze River is not as warm as the south, and the south of the Yangtze River can break the human heart of the north.

Rouge peach cheek pear pollen, a total of cold plum makeup.

Qing Pingle

Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty

Don't come to the middle of spring, touch the eyes and break your heart. The falling plum is like a mess of snow, the whole body is still full.

There is no basis for the news that the wild goose comes, and it is difficult to return to the dream. Hate is like spring grass, living farther and farther.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Song Dynasty

Cold Night

Song du Jing

On a cold night, guests come to tea as wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling hot.

It is the same as before, only when there is a plum blossom is different.

Mei

Song Wang Qi

Free from the slightest invasion of dust, the bamboo hedge cottage is reconciled.

It is only because of the misunderstanding of Lin Hejing that the poet has said so far.

Mei

Song Wang Anshi

There are several plums in the corner, braving the cold and blooming proudly alone.

There is not enough snow in the distance, because there are waves of fragrance.

"lose a plum blossom poem at chess with Xue Zhaoming."

Song Wang Anshi

Huafa is happy to see plum in spring, and there is a double pile of snow on the road.

In the memory of his years in the south of Fengcheng, incense is difficult to come with the emissary.

"the last sentence of plum blossom -"

Song Luyou

Smell the plum blossom dawn wind, snow heap all over the four mountains.

Where can be incarnated into hundreds of billions, a tree of plum blossoms.

"the second unique sentence of plum blossom"

Song Luyou

The valley is even more northward, and it is late to spend every year.

Do you know that it is the time when the ice is covered with snow?

"the third unique sentence of plum blossom"

Song Luyou

The more awe-inspiring the snow-raging wind is, the highest integrity in the flower.

If it is out of date, it will drift away, and shame will beg for mercy from Dongjun even more.

Plum Blossom

Song Chen Liang

Sparse skill Hengyu thin, small calyx pearlescent. One suddenly starts first, and all flowers come after spring.

If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid to be buried in the snow. The jade flute will be played three times, and Dongjun is advocating.

"mixed prosperity in winter"

Song Zhang Kui

If the empty mountain wants to grow old, the old man will come back. Sad and timid every year, sad everywhere plum.

The green vegetables are short and the red wax blossoms. How there is snow and ice, the east wind comes back day and night.

"and Yang Gongji plum blossom again"

Song Sushi

Don't complain to the frost in the morning, and your white heads destroy each other day and night.

Chopping a new flower with wind and dew is like waiting for the moon in the Western Chamber.

"Gift Ridge Shangmei"

Song Sushi

The plum blossom blossoms all the white blossoms, but the pedestrians do not come.

Do not take advantage of green plum taste boiled wine, to see the drizzle ripe yellow plum.

"Momei"

Song Zhu Xi

In the dream, Qingjiang drunken ink incense, Rui cold branch thin Ling frost.

Now the white and black Hun Xiu asks, and makes the make-up of the world.

"the painting inscribed by Yang Bu"

Song Lou key

Plum blossoms often see a pen like a god, pine bamboo would rather know more lifelike.

Baihui thousand flowers are face-to-face friends, cold years only see these three people.

Xuemei

Song Lu Meipo

There is no spirit without plum, there is no snow without plum vulgar people.

The dusk poem snows all day long, and it is very fragrant with plum.

Xuemei

Song Lu Meipo

Mei Xue refused to fall in the spring, and the poet shelved the pen fee.

Mei Xue Xun snow is three-thirds white, but the snow loses a section of plum fragrance.

"begging for Lamei from Zhang Zhongmou"

Song Huang Tingjian

The wild plum hair behind Wenjun Temple, the fragrant honey dyed into a palace-like yellow.

Do not intend to fold to cover the old eyes, want to know the spring to the pond.

"Snow fishing and sleepy."

Song Yang Wanli

The window of the small pavilion half-closed the door, reading books as drowsy.

For no reason, he was annoyed by the plum blossoms and specially blew incense to break the dream soul.

Cold Night

Song du Jing

On a cold night, guests come to tea as wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling hot.

It is usually the same in front of the window, but only when there is a plum blossom is different.

Gu Mei

Song Xiao Dezao

Xiangfei dangerously stands frozen Jiaobi, and the sea and moon hang coral branches cold.

Ugly can be amazingly charming, but only Xiao Han knows when the soul is broken.

Pingmei

Song Zhang Daoqia

The spring branches in a bottle of cold water do not diminish the fragrance of the brook.

There is no one to see the horizontal bamboo bottom, do not know the light moon with micro clouds.

Hongmei

Song Su Dongpo

Every year Fang Xin is negative to red plum, and the banks of the river hang down and want to open again.

Cherish and affectionate Guan Yiling, straight and root to send spring.

"Yuzaomei in Jade Rhyme"

Song Huang Tingjian

Folded cold fragrance does not reveal the machine, small cymbals oblique two or three branches.

Luo Qicui leaf deep protection, has been known by the bee saint.

"in November, the courtyard flowers are in full bloom."

Song Cai Xiang

The sun is warm and incense is in full bloom, and it has been in full bloom for thousands of times.

Spring breeze is not affectionate, accompanied by flowers go and come again.

"Momei"

Song Zhang Jie

The hillside valley and the waterside village have been cut off by sparse flowers.

Still hate the east wind is meaningless, but also blowing misty rain dusk.

"Divination operator Yong Mei"

Song Luyou

By the side of the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It is already dusk sorrow alone, more wind and rain.

There is no intention to fight hard for spring, one term of office is jealous. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only incense remains the same.

"Linjiang Xianmei"

Song Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep and deep, cloud window fog pavilion late spring, for whom haggard damage Fangzi. If you have a good dream at night, it should be the branch of the south.

Jade thin sandalwood light unlimited hate, Nanlou Qiang tube off blowing. Who knows, the warm wind will not come to apricot blossom fertilizer sooner or later.

"I have feelings about the opening of Pavilion Pavilion after being coquettish."

Song Li Qingzhao

Jade thin and fragrant, sandalwood deep snow scattered, hate plum exploration and late this year. Jianglou Chu Pavilion, the water between clouds is far away.

Qingyuyong, with the bar green curtain low roll. When you sit on the guests, the wine in front of you is full, and the singing is broken.

Southern branches can be inserted, but also need to be cut frequently, do not wait for the west building, several Qiang tubes.

Lone Wild Goose

Song Li Qingzhao

When people make plum words, it is easy to write them. If you try to write an article, you will know what you said before.

The rattan bed paper account sleeps in the morning, endless, no good idea. Shen cigarette broken jade furnace cold, accompany my feelings like water.

The flute sound three times, the plum heart is shocked, how many spring affection. Light wind, rain and rustling ground, but also urged a thousand lines of tears.

When the flute man goes to the Yulou empty, who does he lean with when his heart is broken? A broken branch, heaven on earth, there is no one to send.

"Yulou Spring Red Plum"

Song Li Qingzhao

Red crisp is willing to put Qiong bracts into pieces, exploring the south branch to open all over the end? I don't know how long it takes to conceive, but I can see that there is no limit to what it means.

The Taoist is haggard at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to take a peek, you may not be able to take a break in the Ming Dynasty.

"Yujiaao"

Song Li Qingzhao

It is known that spring is coming in the snow, cold plum is embellished with Qiongzhi greasy, fragrant face is half open and charming, when the court, the jade people bathe out new makeup.

Creation may be intentional, so teach the bright moon exquisite. The total reward revered the green ants, do not get drunk, this flower is not compared with the group of flowers.

"Plum blossoms lead to Jingxi to block snow"

Song Jiangjie

White gull asked me to park a boat, is it the body to stay, or the heart to stay? If the heart stays, why lock the brow? The wind shot the small curtain lamp halo dance, to the idle shadow, desolate, reminiscent of the old travel.

Do you have an old trip today? The flower is outside the building, and Liu is out of the boat. Dream also dream, can not dream, cold water empty flow. Indifferent yellow clouds, drenched kapok fur. No one is worried like me, tonight snow, there are plum blossoms, like me.

Butterfly loves Flowers

Song Ouyang Xiu

The east wind of the curtain is chilly, fragrant plum in the snow, spring comes early first. Red wax branches double swallow small, gold knife ribbon cutting is delicate.

Spin-warm gold stove fumigating Cymbidium. Wine into the transverse wave, sleepy can not help but worry. The embroidered quilt sleeps well in the spring, but Luo Huan doesn't know the screen is bright.

"Linjiang Xian"

Song Xin Qiji

Old to cherish the love of love has been lazy, love plum is still around the river village. One branch breaks Yuxi spring first. There is no flower attitude, all have snow spirit.

Leftover to the empty mountain food beautiful, for the canal to write a fresh sentence, bamboo roots running water with stream clouds. If you don't remember when you are drunk, you will return to the moon at dusk.

"Momei"

Jin Zhao Bingwen

The painter does not make pink noodles, but he is afraid that others will dislike me.

When we meet, we don't know each other. Xia Fu has never been a jade person.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Yuan Dynasty

"Baimei"

The crown of the Yuan Dynasty

Wearing this in the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with dust.

Suddenly a night of fragrance, scattered for thousands of miles of spring.

"Momei"

The crown of the Yuan Dynasty

My family wash inkstone pool trees, blossoming light ink marks.

There is no need for others to praise it for its beautiful color, just to let the fragrance fill the world.

Plum Blossom

The crown of the Yuan Dynasty

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains of Hunan were as green as water.

No one saw the Qiang tube, and countless plum blossoms fell on the wild bridge.

The Beginning of Spring's works of appreciating Hongmei every Day

Yuan Yuan Huai

When the east wind turned to the ladle last night, the snow of willow and willow disappeared. Dawn to a tree such as apricot, open to the lonely village across the bridge.

Should be the chemical industry disrelish powder thin, so the color will help flower Jiao. There is no need to distinguish between green branches and green leaves, winning the championship in the bushes.

"remembering Mei"

Yuan Duan self-control

Shooting at the ice and snow skin of fairies, he accompanied me to the West Lake in the past year.

Do not come to a few degrees of spring breeze change, the standard now seems to have no old.

"West Lake Plum"

Yuan Feng Zizhen

Su old dike side jade one forest, six bridges wind moon is bosom friend.

Let him compete for appreciation, not for prosperity.

Yuanyang Mei

Yuan Feng Zizhen

And even technology Duoduo Shuang, it is appropriate to take a picture near the cold pond.

Only worry about the corner of the painting blown away, the film flying apart is the most hurtful.

"painting Momei"

Yuan Tao Zongyi

The bright moon Gushan scholar's home, the lake light cold dip jade horizontal slope.

Seems to seal the vertical and horizontal pen, iron coil into a flower.

Yangshan Road Central

Yuan Shi Shanzhu

The rain and spring streams compete for points, and the wild pheasants fly over the ancient graves.

Seeing people living in a deep dock, the plum blossom did not open the door around the house.

"Spring Festival Gala Zaxing"

Yuan Fang Hui

The fragrant grass is fluffy and dark, clear and the weather moistens the garden.

Light rain at the beginning of the sunny place, dark green plum tree shade.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Ming Dynasty

Fu Zhi in Wutang

Ming Xia Wanchun

Every flower but remember the hometown plum, snow cover the cold mountain path does not bloom.

The bright moon is worried about two similar hearts, a plain shadow waiting for people to come.

"painting Plum"

Ming Xu Wei

Never seen the plum blossom spectrum, easily picked from the god.

If you don't believe in thousands of trees, spring will be blown by the east wind.

"Wang Yuanzhang painting plum"

Ming Xu Wei

White lonely Fang presses vulgar appearance, can not bear to rewrite the cloud branch.

If everything is too high, don't blame the plum blossom on the ground.

"inscription"

Ming Tang Yin

The snow presses the river village to be cold, and the gardens are all made of jade.

There is an urgent need to sell wine to clear the ice, and there are also plums to call customers to see.

"early Spring"

Ming Chen Jiru

The spring breeze is weak and the wicker is oblique, and the new grass differentiates a touch of sand.

I want to borrow a hoe from my master to sweep away the remaining snow to plant plum blossoms.

Half-blooming plum painting by Huizong of the Song Dynasty

Ming Zhao Youtong

At the beginning of the last imperial dynasty, he wrote half of the plum blossom stamens.

After the melancholy Miyagong spring went, one fell to the south of the Yangtze River.

"painting plum"

Ming Fang Xiaoru

At the beginning of the light snow, two or three branches could be seen at the edge of the hedge.

Fragrance spread in the heart of heaven, not to say ordinary plants know.

"painting plum"

Ming Chen Daofu

Zhuleba wild plum fragrance, bring Xuefen into the drunken hometown.

The paper sleeps alone, the spring is at ease, and the tired horses laugh at people's busyness.

"painting plum"

Ming Chen Daofu

Plum blossom is proud of Qunfang, chasing after snow and laughing at my busyness.

Take a hanging bamboo stick and come back with a fragrance on the way.

"Plum Blossom fall"

Ming Xue Xuan

Double plum trees outside the eaves, the wind in front of the court last night.

I don't know where the flute is, and there is a sound.

Zaomei

Ming Tongrun

Ten thousand trees are cold and colorless, but the southern branches have their own flowers.

Where the incense smells the running water, the shadow falls on the wild family.

"Ding Mao Xin wrote plum on the third day."

Ming Li Rihua

The sandalwood mouth is full of laughter, and the spring breeze is blowing for joy.

The drinker was delighted by this, and the poem was poured down from the sky.

"the plum blossom in the garden is in full bloom."

The king of Ming Dynasty

Between flowers sit late at sunset, fragrant snow thousands of branches and ten thousand branches.

There are no good sentences since the beginning of spring, and Zhan Chenopodium suddenly becomes a poem.

Poems describing plum blossoms in the Qing Dynasty

The album of Poems with paintings

Clear Puhe

Look for plums for everything, and get plums to come back.

The snow is deep and the spring is still light, half of it opens at home.

"after the snow in the mountains"

Qing Zheng Xie

When you open the door in the morning, the snow is covered with snow, and the sun is cold.

The eaves are not dripping with plum blossom jelly, which is a kind of loneliness.

"painting plum"

Qing Jinnong

The older the old plum, the better the spirit, if there is anyone in the mountain building of Shuidian.

Clear to very cold, if you know that the moon is the predecessor.

"inscription Tang Jie Yuan Xiaojing"

Qing Yun Shouping

After the snow light radius into Cuiwei, Huaxi cold on the spring clothes.

Cross the south bank of the bridge to find spring, tread all over the plum blossom and return to the moon.

"Plum Blossom"

Wang Shishen of Qing Dynasty

A row or two of plums are planted in the yard, and the clothes are filled with empty pictures.

The ice melts and the snow moon whitens, and the east wind makes it fragrant every day.

Zaomei

Qingning Tiaoyuan

Colorful and shameful copycat, only from the end to see the spirit.

At the bottom of the cliff in the depths of the brook and mountain, count the number of people who do not borrow spring.

Withered plum

Qing Wu Qi

The strange fragrance has a different color on the end of the forest, which has been booming for a hundred years.

Clean up the essence and stop looking at it with others.

"painting Plum"

Qing Li Fangying

The plum blossom has not sprouted on this day, and the rotation belongs to the painter.

The spring breeze at the bottom of the pen is endless, and everything is always in blossom.

"painting Plum"

Qing Li Fangying

The mark of paper and ink is new, which time is the most lovely plum blossom.

Wish to take advantage of the wind to blow far away, every door lane into spring.

Plum Blossom Poems

Yu Yue's wife in the Qing Dynasty

Endure the snow and frost in the world, the fragrance on the head of a hundred flowers.

The breeze has its own immortal bones, Lengyan partial to the jade hall.

The Poems of Plum Blossom in Harmony

Qing Yu Yue

The courtyard is dustless and frosty in the night.

In the cold night, we had Luofu Dream together, winning Dongpo in the snow hall.

"exploring the Tomb of the Yuan Dynasty in the Rain"

Song Yi in the Qing Dynasty

Tanmei braved the rain to survive, and the stone clanged with a stick. Cloud shadow flowers at first huff and puff, Songtao Yanliu each other.

Yun should take the lead in the leisure of Zen, and the title of you Love Garden will be broken. Looking at the vast sea of fragrant snow, there is a good title on the banks of my family.

"falling Plum"

Qing Liran

The moss pattern of wind and rain, the smell of indifferent residual fragrance. The forest is full of snow, and the head of the mountain is half clouded.

There is no need for a horizontal pipe to blow the river, but it is most regrettable that the branches are cold and cold. Looking back on the road under Gushan Mountain, frost bird powder butterflies have one after another.

"visit Miaoyu and beg Hongmei"

Qing Cao Xueqin

The wine did not open the bottle and the sentence was not cut, so I asked La in the spring to Penglai. Do not ask for the dew in the master's bottle, for Qichang E sill outside plum.

After China's entry into the WTO, the cold peach red snow is gone, leaving the incense of the dust to cut the purple clouds. Croucher branch who cherish the poem shoulder thin, clothes are still stained with Buddha moss.

Chanting Red Plum Blossom

Qing Cao Xueqin

The peach is not fragrant and the apricot is not red, but the cold has already laughed at the east wind. Soul Fei Yu Ling Chun is difficult to distinguish, Xia is separated by Luo Fu Dream.

The green calyx adds makeup and melts the torch, chimera immortals help drunk across the residual rainbow. It seems that the color is unusual, the shade is from his ice and snow.

Chanting Red Plum Blossom

Qing Cao Xueqin

Bai Meilai Fu Fu Hongmei, Yan Yan first welcome drunk eyes open. All the marks on the frozen face are blood, and the sour heart turns to dust without hatred.

Mistakenly swallowed the medicine to remove the real bone, stole the Yaochi to remove the old fetus. Spring in the north and south of the Yangtze River is splendid, and bees and butterflies spread doubts.

Chanting Red Plum Blossom

Qing Cao Xueqin

Sparse is the branch is gorgeous is the flower, the spring makeup children unexpectedly luxurious. There is no snow on the sill of the leisure hall, and there is sunset in the empty mountains.

The quiet dream is cold with the red sleeve flute, the immortal fragrance is full of Jiang he Croucher. The former body must be Yaotai species, there is no complex phase suspected chromatism.