Walking around smelling incense and looking back at the sunset.
Idle and elegant, only wintersweet is fragrant.
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Appreciate plums
Take off your helmet and smell the wintersweet in the stream.
The mountains are crisp, the clouds are light and the thunder is few.
After the sword returns to its deep sheath, pour some cups of tea.
The world of mortals invites the bright moon to chase, accompanied by drunken snowflakes.
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Liuxi xiangxue
The stream is snowing and wintersweet is blooming, and the Shimen in Beiling welcomes guests.
When flying in recent years, * * * dances, and the treetops kiss pink cheeks.
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Two issues of "Spring" by Bu Operator (Su Zengzhi style)
Mei is inferior by three points, but better than fancy. When there is fragrant snow, secretly report spring.
Chimonanthus praecox returns in spring, and the branches of flying snow are bright, but they have no intention of fighting for the top branches in spring and being brave and loyal to the liver.
Yongmei (Shi Xiaoyou)
When the snow comes in spring, a tree is decorated with beautiful flowers. The beautiful flowers of snow have their own fragrance, which makes bees fly around.
A proud fragrance, but also love early spring, spring flowers in full bloom, dark knot small.
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Five ancient times: Luogang Xiangxue
The snow is beautiful and plum blossoms are all over the trees.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, but laughs at it.
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plum blossom
Six-pointed jade dragon flies, and the former mountain is full of spirits.
Falling wood is wrapped in silver, and wintersweet is full of trees.
White training is divided into three colors, secretly spitting at fen.
Bees and butterflies are dancing on the branches, which makes everyone jealous.
Danke painted a graceful figure, and the literati recited beautiful poems.
Snowy spring, fragrant notes.
It's freezing, and flowers are blooming.
When I am proud of the ice and snow, I smile and point the way home in spring.
Agriculture Luo gang Xiang Xue
It is also shameful to make plum blossoms in spring, and the shadow of winter dance is fragrant and warm;
Dan Qing's brush strokes are thousands of branches, and the poet's poems don't rest.
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