Gao Qi plum blossom nine branches who see the flowers are frightened, and the breeze is frosty

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-01

"Nine Plum Blossoms" is a group of poetry created by Gao Qi, a writer in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty.

This group of plum blossom poems has created a group portrait of plum blossoms, each poem has the characteristics of loneliness and arrogance without desolation and depression, pity and pity for plum blossoms but not sadness and heartbreak.

The whole group of poems skillfully uses allusions to personify the plum blossom and portray the shape and spirit of the plum blossom vividly. There are many works of poets in the past dynasties, and in contrast, these nine poems write about Mei alone, which is indeed good.

"Nine Plum Blossoms".

One

Qiongzi is only in Yaotai, who is planting everywhere in Jiangnan?

The snow is full of mountains and the high priests are lying, and the beauties under the moonlight forest are coming.

The cold is sparse and the bamboo is sparse, and the spring covers the residual fragrance of the desert moss.

Since I went to He Lang, there was no good song, and the east wind was sad and lonely a few times.

Second

The silk robe meets half of the immortals, and the water bamboo has a deep fate.

It will be sparse and dense and slightly rained, like darkness and light far away in smoke.

Under the pine tree of Bo Yu Mountain, in front of the apricot blossoms of the Nen Hanjiang store.

If the Qin people understand the species at that time, they will not lead the fisherman into the cave.

Third

Cui Yu flew away from the tree, and the cold fragrance wolf Qian who received it.

The donkey rider is drunk and the wind blows his hat, and the crane man returns to the snowy boat.

The light moon and clouds are like a dream, and the empty mountains and flowing water are sad.

A few look at the lonely shadow wandering low, only to go out at night.

Fourth

A touch of frost and wet powder, who applies the silk tent to protect the fragrance temperature.

The poem follows the spring road for ten miles, and is worried in the village of the third watch.

Fly away only to worry about the clouds as a companion, and sell Kenxinyu as the soul.

A statue wants to visit Luofu, and the fallen leaves and empty mountains are closing the door.

Fifth

The clouds and mist are the palace of the snow, and the dust has no way to pass.

The spring breeze is not moving, and the trees are empty at night and early in the morning.

The beautiful woman with green sleeves is under the bamboo, and the white-clothed prime minister is in the mountains.

The lonely place rests with grievances, and looks back at the famous garden.

Sixth

The dream of Yangzhou Pavilion covers the dust, and the tryst period still belongs to the poet.

Standing alone and lonely for a long time, he saw that Yu Fang was not spring.

The clouds are warm and the mountains are full of jade, and the moon is cold and deep.

I saw it in the canopy picture at the time, but the wrong love was slanted but not true.

Seventh

Alone without that Yiyi, willing to worry more about reducing Yuhui?

The bell outside the curtain came to the early moon, and the corner in front of the lamp was broken and frost flew.

The pedestrian water post is all early in spring, and the bird pond is half sparse in the evening.

I am ashamed that my plain clothes have now melted, and I met far away from Luoyang.

Eighth

The favorite is cold and the most yang, and Xianyou grows up in Baiyun Township.

Spring is sad and lonely, the day should be old, and the night is hazy and the moon is fragrant.

Chu Ke does not chant the silence of the river, and the king of Wu is already drunk and desolate.

Who sees the flowers on the branches? Frost in the breeze.

The ninth

The broken soul is only known by the moon, and the infinite spring sorrow is in one branch.

Don't talk about people but laugh, and suddenly suspect that you are lovesick.

Song remnants of the courtyard burned the lights on the night, makeup to the deep palace when looking at the mirror.

The old dream has been far away with the flowing water, and the mountain window chats with the inscription poem.

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