Xue Mei is a seven-character quatrain, writing both snow and plum; Yongmei, a diviner, was a lyricist of the Song Dynasty, mainly Yongmei.
Xue Mei (1)
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
This poem describes two beautiful things, plum and snow, each with its own merits, giving people a unique aesthetic feeling. The first two sentences are very anthropomorphic. Plum blossoms and snowflakes are arguing endlessly, and no one will give up. Who is more beautiful? The poet put down his pen and meditated. "Fei Pingzhang", a word "Fei" shows the poet's profound meaning. "Mei's snow is white, but the snow is a little less fragrant" is the answer that the poet got after in-depth comparison: Bai Sheng is the best snow, and Mei is the best fragrance. The clever use of quantifiers, "three points" and "paragraphs" in the poem is also the embodiment of the poet's cautious judgment, which shows that the poet has his own emphasis on the two and loves them very much.
These two sentences contain a certain philosophy. To judge anything, we should stand in an objective and fair position, be good at discovering our own advantages, and never generalize. When it comes to education and teaching, we should also learn from it. We should teach students in accordance with their aptitude, be good at discovering students' bright spots, give full play to their specialties, and promote their all-round and healthy development.
Ode to Plum Blossoms (Bu Suan)
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.
By the broken bridge outside the post station, plum blossoms bloom and fall, and no one cares. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to struggle for beauty, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.
Yongmei, the backstage operator: The bridge is broken outside the post, and there is no owner. 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.
This is a poem written by Yongmei to Lu You, which is actually Lu You's own poem. The first part describes the experience of plum blossom: it takes root outside the desolate postal kiosk, next to the broken bridge. Posthouse is a place where people who delivered official documents and traveled in ancient times rested. Coupled with the ups and downs at dusk, how desolate and desolate this environment is! The experience of writing plum blossoms is also the political experience of the author being excluded from writing.