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中国历代咏梅诗（Chinese history Yong Meishi） Chinese history Yong Meishi Plum Bu operator plum Lu You Outside the bridge broken edge, lonely open without master. It is dusk alone, the wind and rain more. No bitter struggle of spring term Qunfang jealousy. Grind to dust scattered into the mud, only as incense. Mei Wang Mian My wash Yan Chinabe Ki, blossoming flowers light ink marks. Do not boast a good color, leaving only the air full of heaven and earth. Zhangwei morning Mei A white plum tree, near the village road near the bridge back. I do not know those flowers first, suspected by the winter snow unsold. Momei Jujian Dont hate painting waste painters should not only with the difference. The Jackdaw color Yurong, supporting in the dust of the palace. Morning Mei Qi has Ten thousand wood frost want to fold, solitary root warm alone. The snow in front of the village, a branch opened last night. Bu operator plum Mao Zedong Send Chungui rain, snow to the spring festival. Baizhang ice cliff has been energy-saving. Qiao also does not contend for spring, only the spring comes the newspaper. Until the time when flowers are blooming, she laughed in the leaves. Zhang Gao Mei The edge of the mountain valley water village, had been broken off the soul flower. Hate the east wind, no meaning, more blowing misty rain, dark dusk. Morning Mei Li Gongming The east wind has the west wind, and the middle of the wood mountain leaves empty. Plum only blowing endless, still white Baoxin red. Mei Zhao Bingwen The painter does not make powder fat noodles, but fear nearby the person thinks me straight. We dont dont know, Xia Fu has carved jade. Li Shangyin Yimei Decide to live the end of the world. Samuume most worthy of hate, often spend last year. Bai Mei Wang Mian The snow forest in the body, often different mix fragrant dust. Suddenly one night fragrance, scattered wanlichun. Meiwangqi Without the slightest dust from invading, bamboo fences and hay-thatched mud cottages to. The poet spoke of t