Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

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Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

Yongmei: Qu Qiubai.

Living alone in this world, happy without a master. When the clouds under my eyes are gone, I am happy.

Flowers fall to know the wind and rain in the last spring. The letter will come again next spring. It should smell as good as before.

Zhu Dunru, a diviner in Song Dynasty

A plum blossom in Xi Gu keeps you from being locked in the garden. The distant mountains are not afraid of the cold, and they seem to hide from each other in spring.

Who knows meditation? Toche is very difficult. I am unique, and the moon comes to me.

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Looking at plum blossoms in the morning is sad, and now looking at plum blossoms is smiling. Dongfeng is full of pregnancy, and spring is accompanied by plum blossoms.

Storm, ice and snow pride. Colorful people came in droves, blowing horns everywhere.

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I don't like dust, but I seem to be mistaken by the frontier. When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch.

If you go, you must go. How do you live? If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen slaves will come back!

Jiang Kui's eight diagrams are all related to plum blossoms.

Fu (official plum blossom eight poems, second rhyme. )

Yongmei people in Jiangzuo dream of Qingqing Road. Because looking at Feng Ling from the audience, my heart will follow.

When I said goodbye to Yu Lang, I visited Lin Bu again. West Lake is lonely in spring, who can give you melancholy?

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It's cloudy in Shanghai, and seagulls fly to Wu Bo. There are branches that are cold in the west and bamboo is quiet.

Look at the Shuige again, lift up your eyes and mourn the scenery. Put a cup of felt under the flowers and drink the spring breeze slowly. //The West Cold Bridge is in the west of the lonely mountain, and the Water God Pavilion is in the north of the lonely mountain. The pavilion is abandoned.

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The dry moss stone is inclined, and the pistil is low. When I saw it at dusk, I was slightly thinner than when I was young.

When you wake up after watching the wine, the bamboo pavilion will sing. I still hate the smell as a promise. //At the foot of the lonely mountain, plum blossoms in the north and south are the strangest. The bamboo pavilion is in the west cool view and has been abandoned.

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My home is in the west of Macheng, and now I got Mei Xueping. Xue Mei doesn't look at flowers at the same time, and the moon shadow is exquisite.

Look at it sadly, pay and fold. If you become Ji Xian and see it, you will be sad. //Macheng is in the northwest of Beijing, and Meiping is very precious.

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The bird that picked the core flew up and leaned against the tree to hang ice. When the Zhu Xia Bridge was shallow, the incense had drifted away.

The empty path is flat at dusk, and the ancient temple is cold in spring. It's my first time to spend flowers, and I'm often afraid of Wu sleeping.

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The green calyx is more horizontal and plum-shaped. No one appreciates the spring of a pier in Xicun.

Fine grass borrows gold and jade, and the years are long. One or two birds on the branches also sing like Gong E. |< green calyx, transverse branches, all kinds of plums, all twenty. The West Village was planted by Mei behind the lonely mountain when she was in Fuling.

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The dragon flute is like a pen with a fragrance, and the spring sings the swallow. Liu Yang Jiao Chi didn't feel worried, and took care of people to leave with the flowers.

Out of the ancient placanticline, the stone is as thin as frost. Fold green _ green moss, hold it to the world. |< Long Garden of the Moon, Wonderful World of Ancient Beauty > |

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The Royal Garden meets the lake wave, and the spring breeze of Panasonic is very good. Clouds are full of jade and fairy spirits.

Long letter yesterday, remember * * * east emperor drunk. The tree is swaying and melancholy, and the moss grows in spring. //Ju Jing Guanmei, all planted under pine trees, has a long shadow of pyrene and a green calyx. I met Mei when I was 18 yesterday. I heard from the garden official, so I didn't mention it.

There are four divination operators in Lu Chuan Ci written by Zhang, an uninhibited poet in the late Northern Song Dynasty, among which three are about plum blossoms and only one is about parting.

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The number of branches is oblique, and the ice and snow are lingering. There is spring before the candle, and the taste is there every year.

When you are old, you will cherish flowers, and when you are drunk, you will worry for many days. Cold core is lonely and few people wear it.

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The cool wind enters the smoke cage, and the shadow is released with the flowers. Purple jade who makes three cold, fine blow off, Jiang Meiyi.

Wet spring clothes at the bottom of the flower are gently handed by the wind. But I laughed at the Guling people and the moon stole my tears.

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I threw a boat in the silent night, and the cool wind was dew at night, and I got wet with my clothes, and the clouds spread in the clouds; When we arrived at Shaxi, a light fog came and the ship lost its way. I lay on the boat and looked up. In the distant sky, the Milky Way crossed, the moon was clear, and the Big Dipper flashed on the top of the quiet Cangshan Mountain.

In the long history, there is always only a vast and boundless sky. In this troubled times, the life situation is so miserable. My heart is very dull, only saying that I am drunk, but I didn't expect to wield a sword after drinking; The tide in Shaxi recedes, and it is even colder in Qiu Jiang in the middle of the night.

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Fang Xin believed in cold tips and shadows in flowers. It was spring in Wan Li before the wind, and it was snowy and windy.

Who broke the fragrance, so she spilled a new one. Remember to snuggle up and take pictures, your temples will be tilted.

Lu You's "Operator", I seem to have only read one of Yongmei's.

Zhang Xiaoxiang, another member of the uninhibited school, wrote two of Six Records and Three Poems, and compiled three of Quan Song Bu Operator. One of the most outstanding is writing plum blossoms. It can be seen that this poem originated from "Fighting for Spring" by Lu Meipo and Xue Mei, and it was written tactfully and spiritually, which made people unforgettable for a long time.

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Snow and the moon are the most suitable, and Xue Mei is sunny. When it snowed in Jiangnan last year, plum blossoms appeared at the end of the month.

It blooms early this year, or that year. Leng Yan is a lonely man with bright eyes and just needs some snow.

The smaller proportion is Xin Qiji, the leader of the unrestrained school. Among about ten divination symbols under his name, only one is about plum blossoms:

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It's too late to repair the bamboo cold. There is no one in the secluded place, and there are countless complaints.

Only * * * plum blossom language. Laziness and gauze. You don't want to find incense when you are looking for spring, and there is nowhere to find incense.

Liu Kezhuang's poem, although it didn't specify what kind of flowers it was written about, was recorded in the careful "wonderful words", but the image is very similar to plum blossom, but it's a pity that he has seven divination operators, accounting for only one seventh.

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Petals are like butterfly wings, bright red, small and lovely. If God doesn't love flowers, why are they so cleverly designed?

When I saw the trees blooming in the morning, there was not much left at night. If they say God loves flowers, why destroy them with wind and rain?

In Song Dynasty, those who were also called "three schools" with Jiangxi Poetry School, Huang Tingjian and Chen also wrote several divination poems about plum blossoms.

Oracle (send plum blossom and Zhao)

Meiling spring equinox several branches, the shadow oblique to the water. Don't borrow youth, just smell yourself, and your face is like washing.

Also put the most numerous branches, excessive and partial pity. Try to take a closer look at Luan terrace, just like in Danqing.

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Song? chen shidao

Shake the wind like a condensate, accompany the snow like a hug. Drive the south branch to the north branch, and you will get old before you know it.

Who knows more about ice muscle? There will be green silk dreams and lovely pond grass.

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Embroidered curtains cover plum blossoms, so as not to let the fragrance pass through. In the mirror, Zhu Yan moves with the passage of time, but the flowers are still the same.

Ask about Mei Huajiu and find out if I'm divorced. If plum knows me, it will be thin.

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The snow is dark and the clouds are dark, and the bamboo trees are beside the stream. Just like the misty people in Xiaoxiang, the fragrant fog in jade bone.

The fragrance under the moon. Sweet souls live in dreams. Looking back, Nanzhi was half drunk and lonely.

Among the poets in the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda was probably the poet who liked Mei's seclusion the most except Jiang Kui.

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Clouds press the bridge deep, and the door is quiet when the moon comes. The cold core can't help thinning branches, but it is also hidden by horizontal windows.

Looking back at the spring in my hometown, the past is hard to recover. I fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the chimney has been cold since then.

Zhu, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty, who was as famous as Li Qingzhao, met an inappropriate person and died with hatred, leaving behind a new divination symbol.

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An oblique branch in the bamboo forest reflects the silence of the forest. I can't draw after the rain, and the shallow water is thin.

Blowing through a little sweat, my mind is heavy. Before the wind blows, the fragrance is light, and the moonlight invades the flowers.