Wang Anshi "Plum Blossom"
Wang Anshi "Mei"
There were several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opened it alone.
Haruka is not snow, for there is dark incense to come.
Wang Mian "Red Plum Poem"
Wang Tian "Plum Blossom"
The spring in the deep courtyard is infinite, and the incense breeze blows green ripples.
The jade concubine woke up in a dream, and the flowers rained down on the swallow fat.
Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems One"
When a king comes from his hometown, he should know about his hometown.
In front of the window of the coming day, the cold plum is not flowering?
Zhang Yu "Wing Mei"
Do not wait for the spring breeze to believe in it, a wisp of dark incense into the window screen.
But after the teachings have gone through the wind and frost, they began to be the first flower in the world.
Zhu Xi "Mo Mei"
In the dream, Qingjiang was drunk with ink fragrance, and Rui Hanzhi was thin and frosty.
Now white and black are silent, and they are making up for the rest of the world.