Poems about pine, bamboo, and plum. Tell me why you like it. Create another song.

Heavy snow presses down on the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight.

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

The previous sentence is written loosely, and this is a phrase that we usually use to encourage ourselves, to be strong in difficult situations. However, students who enter and exit society are sometimes confused, and the reality is different from what we see at school. It's a little gray, even dark.

Can we still stand up and stand up under this pressure? This is our faith.

The second sentence is written plum. It has a saving beauty. This dark fragrance is like the connotation of man. Maybe we are as white as everyone else, so how do we get out of that sea of people? We need this aroma. This self-containment.

There are no poems and reasons for liking, only creation:

Snowy who stands in the wind and snow cold.

In the distance, the pine in the mountains and fields are the colors of dark green and purity.

As far as the eye can see, patches of bamboo are always evergreen regardless of cold or heat.

The blood-like red plums that poked out of the wall were particularly dazzling in the white earth and sky.

Pine, bamboo, and plum Are God protecting you and cloning you with eternal garments?

No, it's not. That's the protection of mental perseverance.

Songzhumei, three friends of the cold year. I rise up and praise you!

Three friends in the cold year, Zhi is stronger than Jin.

Sigh three friends. The Panasonic boy asked the visitor.

Although the bamboo is fast, the will also exists.

When the plum is about to bloom, the flowers fall.

Who are the loyal souls of the world!

- Try to chase.

I like the spirit of Mei, and I won't create it recently, so I give you someone else's A few plums in the corner, a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone.

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

Mei Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. Knowing that it is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance to bamboo (clear. Zheng Xie).

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.

I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies.

Komatsu (Tang) Du Xunhe.

From the small thorns in the deep grass, and now gradually feel basil.

At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited for Lingyun to start high.

A plum in the corner of the wall.

Ling Han drove alone.

Haruka is not snow.

Takeri] Li Shi.

The bamboo is woven and the grass leans on the stone roots, and the bamboo stems are sparse to see the front village.

No one arrives all day long, and there is a spring breeze to sweep the door.

For there is a dark fragrance to come.

Gift to the younger brother (the second).

The pine on the Tingting Mountain, the stroke in the valley.

The wind is strong, and the pine branches are strong!

The frost is miserable, and the whole year is always upright.

Wouldn't it be cold, pines and cypresses have nature!

Mei: 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.

When the plum is yellow, the day is clear, and the stream is overflowing but the mountains are traveling. The green shade does not decrease when it comes, and it adds four or five yellow orioles.

Pine: Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees, and you will plant it first, but I will not plant it. Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and it is smuggled in the middle of the night.

From the small thorns in the deep grass, and now gradually feel basil. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited for Lingyun to start high.

Orchid: Hand Pei Lan Rui two or three planting, the day warm wind and the first day. I don't know the fragrance in the room for a long time, and there are butterflies flying when I push the window.

I love the orchid and don't make the color of the spring sun. The west wind and cold dew are deep in the forest, and no one is also fragrant.

Bamboo: Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Bamboo shoots are born in the yellow calendar to fight the horns of the calf, and the fern buds are beginning to grow children's fists. Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, it is the February day in Jiangnan. , 6, write two ancient poems describing Meilan, pine and bamboo. Urgent.

What about the loose ones? It was buried by Meilan Song's bamboo limbs!

Bamboo: Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Pine: The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

Plum: There are a few plums in the corner, and they open alone in the cold.