Suddenly, the breeze was strong overnight, and the evacuation was vaguely spring in Wan Li. ? Mo Meizhu Xi? In the dream, the Qingjiang River is drunk with ink, and the cold branches are fine with frost. ? Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. ? Title Yang Bu's Key to Painting? Plum blossoms are often vivid as a pen, and pine and bamboo are more realistic. ? Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. ? Xue Mei Lu Meipo? There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs. ?
Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Xue Mei-Xue Mei, Lu Meipo, refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet put down his writing fee to comment on this chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. Camellia greenhouse is better than Lanzhi in spring, and it smiles sweetly. He dried the giant Kun with a bucket, and he lay leisurely in it.
Plumes of rosy clouds reflect spring, so there is no need to support branches and grow white. Don't pretend to flaunt your plain face, draw a faint and fragrant picture. The more awe-inspiring plum blossom poems are, the stronger the integrity in flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.