Words about Yongmei 130, words about Yongmei

Speaking of Yongmei's poems, we can't fail to mention the following three.

Mountain Garden Xiaomei-Lin Kui.

The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden.

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly knows how to break the soul.

Fortunately, there is a slight groan, and there is no need for sandalwood to be a gold bottle.

Dark incense ginger kui.

The moonlight in the old days, how many times do you shine on me, plum blossoms playing the flute?

Evoke the jade people, regardless of the cold and climbing.

He Xun is getting old now, and he has forgotten it, and he writes in the spring breeze.

But it's strange, the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the fragrance is cold into the Yao seat.

Jiang Guo is lonely. Sigh and send the road away, the snow at night is accumulating.

The green bottle is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless.

Changji once held hands, thousands of branches pressed, and the West Lake was cold and blue.

When will you see it all and again?

Shuying Jiang Kui.

The moss branches are decorated with jade, and there are small kingfishers, and they sleep together on the branches.

Meet in the guest, the corner of the fence is dusk, and you are speechless and leaning on the bamboo.

Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, but secretly remembers the south and north of the Yangtze River.

I want to wear a ring, return on a moonlit night, and turn into this flower alone.

I still remember the old things in the deep palace, the man was sleeping, flying close to the moth green.

It's like a spring breeze, regardless of Yingying, early with the arrangement of the golden house.

also taught a piece to go with the waves, but complained, and the jade dragon mourned. When the time comes, look for the fragrance again, and it has entered the small window banner.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless.

It's dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Yongmei" is the title of the word, indicating the original meaning of the words filled in by the banquet object. The word "Fortune Operator: Yongmei" creates the image of plum blossoms as auspicious, beautiful and persevering, and encourages people to have a mighty and unyielding spirit and the spirit of optimism to the end of the revolution.

The whole word uses reverse thinking to conceive, and integrates symbolism, personification, foil, metaphor, exaggeration, battle, thimble and other techniques, which perfectly achieves the purpose of supporting things and words. Shang Rong mainly writes about the beautiful posture of plum blossoms and the pride and openness, and depicts the beauty, positivity and loyalty of plum blossoms; Xia Yan mainly writes about the spiritual outlook of plum blossoms, showing the strong and unyielding plum blossoms, not afraid of cold, full of confidence and modest style for spring.

Xuemei

Song Lumepo.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

Momei

Yuan Wangmian. My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just flow clear and full of goodness.

Momei

Song Zhang. The waterside village in the valley on the side of the mountain has been cut off by the flowers.

I still hate the east wind meaninglessly, and it blows smoke and rain in the dark dusk.

Yimei

Don Li Shangyin.

Settle at the end of the world, and follow the material.

Hanmei is the most hateful and often used as last year's flower.

White plum

Yuan Wangmian. In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust;

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered.

Plum blossoms

Song Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Plum blossom quatrainSong Lu You. Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

How can he be incarnated into 100 billion, a tree of plum blossoms and a release.

Miscellaneous poems, Jun from his hometownDon Wangwei. If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming?

Nine willow branch words, one of themDon Yoo Yu-seok.

Saibei plum blossom Qiang flute blowing, Huainan laurel hill words.

Please don't play the song of the previous dynasty and listen to the singing of the newly turned willow branches.

Red plums

Song Wang Shipeng.

Tao Li Mo is jealous, and the young posture is different.

The snow is still frosty, and it is not very red.

Xuemei IISong Lumepo.

There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity.

The sunset poems are full of snow and snow, and the plum is very spring.

Inscription Mei

Qing Li Fangying.

The ink marks on the paper are new, and the plum blossoms are the most lovely.

I wish to borrow the wind to blow far away, and every door and alley will become spring.

Lingmei

Song Zhang Daoqia.

There is poetry everywhere, and there is a lot of beauty at any time.

There is no time to socialize, and a ridge is a plum blossom.

There is a feeling of watching plumsYuan Liu Yin. The east wind blows down the dust and sand, dreaming of the West Lake;

I am only afraid that the spring in the south of the Yangtze River will decrease, and this heart is not a plum blossom.

Give Fan Ye poemsLu Kai of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Fold flowers and send them to Longtou people.

Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring.

Visit Miaoyu begging for red plumsQing Cao Xueqin.

The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut, and the spring is looking for spring to ask for wax to Penglai.

Don't ask for the dew in the bottle, for the beggar widow outside the plum.

Entering the WTO coldly picks red snow and leaves, leaving the dust and incense to cut purple clouds.

Who cherishes the poems with thin shoulders, and his clothes are still stained with Buddhist moss.

Early plum

Don Zhang. A tree of cold plum and white jade, close to the forest village by the river bridge.

I don't know that the splash came first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the spring snow.

Early plum

Don Qiji. Ten thousand trees are frozen, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.

In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night.

The wind sends the fragrance to go, and the birds come to the plain and beautiful.

If you respond to the law next year, you will be released first.