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Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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The plum season

May is the season for plums. The season of ome is very short, and if you are not careful, ome becomes a yellow plum.

"Plate green plums, a bottle of boiled wine." The two sat facing each other and drank freely. "It is the hero's heroism and ambition of cooking wine;"Leaning on the door to look back, but sniffing the green plum" is the ignorance and temptation of the green onion; "Lang rides a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to get the green plum" is the companionship and growth of two little unsuspecting.

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Song Li Qingzhao

Kick off the swing and get up to straighten your hands. Dew is thin and thin, and the sweat is lightly clothed. See the guests come in, the socks are cut off and the gold is slipped. And shyly walked, leaned on the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plum.

2 Appeal to the heart

Song Yanshu

The ome is new when cooking wine buckets, and the weather is full of spring.

Under the strange flowers in the south of the East City, I meet the people I like.

Back embroidery, exhibition of incense. Tell the story of affection.

This sentiment, a thousand feet of gossamer, provoked the clouds.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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3 Thousand autumn years old

Song Zhang Xian

Count the birds, and report to Fang Fei Xie.

Xi Chun folded the remnant red even more.

The rain is light and the wind is stormy, and the plums are green.

Yongfeng willow, no one spends all day flying snow.

Don't pluck the strings, the strings of resentment can be said.

The sky is not old, and the emotions are hard to despair.

The heart is like a double silk mesh, with thousands of knots.

Night also, the east window is not white condensed moon.

4 Jade butterflies

Song Chao Chongzhi

Looking at the south of the river for thousands of miles, Baqiao looked at it, and the smoke and water were faint.

Lock the heavy door as much as possible, and the person goes to the darkness of the streamer.

The rain is gentle, the pear blossom courtyard, the wind is light, and the willow pond is light.

Hate is long. Pei Shen Xiangpu, Yun San Gao Tang.

Frenzy.

Dream again, rub the plums by hand, and cook the wine for the first taste.

Lonely through the spring, Xiaoqiao is still busy.

Jade hook bar, with more and more warm, golden pillow, do not long fragrant.

Most memorable. Look at Hua Nanmo, wait for the moon West Wing.

5 Flowers heartbeat

Song Cao Xun

The green knots are thick and thick, and the south wind has just arrived, and the old family courtyard has arrived.

Fine wheat flowers, round lotus floating leaves, green path by the wind new swallow.

At first, the rain is still fragrant and timid, and the willows are already far away.

The best place, clean and warm, like to pick a light fan.

Good to the floor XuanXuan Pavilion.

For the extreme eyes of the clouds, Xiaojiang horizontal training.

Try boiling wine, plums are green, and grass is also resigned.

Waiting for leisure to find victory, idle, sometimes stumbling.

And take advantage of the good day, and do not care after getting drunk.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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6 Sauvignon Blanc

Ming Gu Ruopu

Plum green, bean green,

Flying feathers flutter long and short pavilions.

The wind blows the sleeves lightly.

Hate sporadic, sporadic language,

It is the spring return that can't bear to listen.

The warbler crows a few times.

7 Nguyen Lang Gui

Song Ouyang Xiu

When the South Park is halfway through spring, the wind and smell the horses hiss.

Green plums are like bean willows like eyebrows, and day-long butterflies fly.

The dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains are hanging.

The swing is lazy to relieve the robes, and the painting hall double swallows return.

8 DingFeng wave with Gan Yu, Cai Qing bu West Garden, the first to see the green plum

Song Ye Mengde

The calyx was a little red at first.

Look at the aoko again.

Ice and snow skin who sees again. Shallow.

The sky is still shining.

Pity the peach and plum companion every year. Intestinal breakage.

Only should fang believe in the negative east wind.

Stay yellowish and twilight. Rain.

Half and flying feathers as a mushroom.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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9 Ching Ping Le

Song Zhou Zizhi

Twilight of youth. Willow will fly.

Plum tree before the moon to the steps. Crying cuckoos fly away.

People do not hide the Zhumen. 10% past dusk.

Only the red wax of the window shines on people's souls.

10 Willow Trees Qing Yu Su Wu Men

Modern Huang Gongzhu

Twilight rain Xiao Xiao, Wu Niang song broken, blowing through the Qiong Zhen.

When the plums are yellow, after the neem blossoms, the spring Laogao Bridge.

Twilight Red Dynasty.

Wait to be cooked and poured with wine.

Thousands of miles back to the heart, self-direction, like a spring tide.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

©Camille Pissarro,Flowering Plum Trees

11 Drunk

Qu Dajun in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties

Yellow oriole tongue.d.. Fingers are crying hot spring.

Away from the sad Side said.

The plums are green and green, and the flowers and leaves are worn.

Tang Pear turned into red snow with tears.

Rouge blood for Nong.

Tianya's reporting is overwhelming.

It is like an agarwood, and the sound is ripe.

12 Teenage Tour Lixia

Qing Sun Yunfeng

With thick willow smoke, sending spring rain is fine, and it feels steep and cold.

The shadows are jagged, the green shade is long, and the cuckoos on the branches are sounded.

Last year, outside the dry today, the day was warm and the afternoon breeze was light.

Red cherry picking, green plum picking, where to send love.

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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13 A golden Spring Festival Gala

Qing Zhuang Pan Zhu

Where to go in the spring.

If you go to the end of the world, someone must have met.

How the swallows hold on.

The wicker has been scattered all over the sky.

A few nights of sadness to listen to the rain outside the curtain.

Dreams break Luo Yuan, plum green as promised.

The cloud feet do not open and gather.

There is no emotion in the day.

14 Butterfly loves flowers in spring

Song Zhang Zhen

Plums are twilight.

The grass is full of clouds, and the green is all over Xichi Road.

The small courtyard embroidered curtain is half lifted.

The purple swallow flew away.

People live by the Chi Lan Bridge.

Do not understand the wounded spring, but also solve the lovesickness no.

Dreams are looking for obstacles.

The screen window was raining overnight.

15 Flowers appeal to heartfelt feelings

Late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty Shao Hengzhen

Deep courtyard. People are tired.

Spring goes far. Green and cold.

When the house wine first woke up from sleep, it dried up by the diaphragm.

Plums are clustered.

Beard.

Try the carving plate.

Love slightly sour.

Deadline at the end of the month | the call for papers for the young female poets of the Poetry Journal

Send Elder Yuan on his last journey with poetry

Editor: Wang Aofei, Second Instance: Man Man, Final Trial: Jin Shikai

Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plum | 15 Ome Poems © Thomas Kelley Plum Wine, Poetry Volumes, Ancient Poetry Meet Ome, What It Would Be Like. © Yuyeung Lau© Mak© Patrick Henry Bruce, Plums

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