What are some poems describing wintersweet? Latest wintersweet poem recommendations
Wintersweet is a traditional precious ornamental flower and tree native to China, with the famous line “knowing to visit the cold plum past the wild pond&rdquo, and "Yao's Remnant Sayings" also calls wintersweet the cold guest. Wintersweet blooms before spring, first among the hundred flowers, especially the Huti plum, which blooms in the tenth lunar month, so people call it the early plum. Now let us take a look together at which poems describe wintersweet!
"To Fan Ye"
Northern and Southern Dynasties · Lu Kai
Breaking off a flower, I met the courier, and send it to the man at Longtou.
South of the Yangtze there is nothing to give, so I send you a branch of spring.
"Two Poems on the Little Plum in the Mountain Garden · No. 1"
Song · Lin Bu
All the fragrant blooms have fallen, only she blooms warm and bright, claiming all the charm for the little garden.
Sparse shadows slant across the clear shallow water, secret fragrance floats in the yellow dusk of the moon.
The frosty bird, about to descend, first steals a glance; the powdered butterfly, if it knew, would surely lose its soul.
Luckily there is soft chanting to be intimate with, no need for sandalwood clappers or golden goblets.
"Two Poems on the Little Plum in the Mountain Garden · No. 2"
Song · Lin Bu
Cut silk in fragments, dotted crisp and dry, front and back, sparse and dense, even painting is hard.
As the sun grows thin, willingly let spring come late; as the frost deepens, she should fear the night cold.
Clear and fresh, only the neighboring monk cherishes her; cold and lonely, she still dislikes the gaze of vulgar guests.
Remembering the old roads of Jiangnan, the wine banner slants and brushes as I fall from my chanting saddle.
"Plum Blossom"
Song · Wang Anshi
At the corner of the wall, a few branches of plum, braving the cold, bloom all alone.
From afar I know it is not snow, for a secret fragrance comes.
"Losing a Bet on Plum Blossom Poems While Playing Chess with Xue Zhaoming"
Song · Wang Anshi
With graying hair I seek spring and joyfully see the plum, one plant by the road with snow piled doubly around it.
In another year I will remember the southern road of Phoenix City; her fragrance is too distant to follow the courier here.
"Remembering the Plum"
Fixed and still I dwell at the edge of the sky, lingeringly facing the splendor of things.
The cold plum is most to be resented, forever made the flower of last year.
"Seeing Plum Blossom at the Fufeng Border in Mid-Eleventh Month"
Tang · Li Shangyin
Around the road, graceful and fair, out of season yet softly fragrant.
The white goddess only grants the moon; the blue maiden does not spare the frost.
Giving to the distant one, vainly I fill my hand; grieving at parting, it is fitting to break the heart.
For whom does she bloom early and fair? She does not wait to be the fragrance of the year.
"Quatrains on Plum Blossom · No. 1"
Song · Lu You
I hear plum blossoms split the dawn wind, snow piles fill all four mountains.
How can I transform into a thousand billion bodies? One tree of plum, one Fangweng.
"Quatrains on Plum Blossom · No. 2"
Song · Lu You
In the deep valley, how can it bear the northern branches too, year after year resigned to blooming late.
Do you know her lofty standard and untrammeled charm? It is precisely when ice is layered and snow accumulates.
"Quatrains on Plum Blossom · No. 3"
Song · Lu You
Though snow rages and wind howls, she is all the more stern; among flowers her spirit is the highest and firmest.
When her time passes she will of herself drift away; she would be ashamed to beg pity from the Lord of Spring.
"Early Plum"
Tang · Zhang Wei
A tree of cold plum, branches of white jade, far overlooking the village road beside the stream bridge.
I do not know that near the water the flowers bloom first; I suspect it is winter snow not yet melted.
"Early Plum"
Southern Dynasties · Xie Xie
To welcome spring she blooms early, alone never doubting the cold.
Fearing to fall behind the other flowers, she has no other thought but to be seen.
"River Plum"
Tang · Du Fu
Plum buds break before the twelfth month; plum blossoms are many after the new year.
I know well how lovely spring's mood is, but what can be done about a traveler's sorrow.
Snow-covered trees share one color; the river wind also makes its own waves.
My old garden cannot be seen; the Wu peaks rise dark and towering.
"Early Plum"
Tang · Qi Ji
Ten thousand trees are frozen near breaking; one lonely root warms and alone returns.
In the deep snow of the village ahead, last night one branch opened.
The wind carries out her secret fragrance; birds peep at her plain beauty and come.
Next year, if she follows the season, she will bloom first at the Spring-Watching Terrace.
"Miscellaneous Poem"
Tang · Wang Wei
You come from your hometown, so you should know the affairs of our hometown.
On the day you came, before the figured window, had the cold plum blossomed?
"Miscellaneous Chants · No. 3"
Tang · Wang Wei
Already I have seen the cold plum bloom, and again I hear the crying birds.
With a sorrowful heart I look at the spring grass, fearing it will grow toward the jade steps.
"Remembering the Plum"
Tang · Li Shangyin
Fixed and still I dwell at the edge of the sky, lingeringly facing the splendor of things.
The cold plum is most to be resented, forever made the flower of last year.
"Chanting the Courtyard Plum and Sending It to Someone"
Tang · Liu Yuxi
Early flowers always brave the cold; abundant fruit is always bitter and sour.
Why is it that in spring days, she sits and lets her fragrant will fade?
The delicate peach will surely laugh at her; will wandering courtesans be willing to look back!
You ask about tuning the golden tripod; only then do you know true flavor is hard.
"Plum Blossom"
Tang · Cui Daorong
Several calyxes first hold snow; her lonely standard is hard to paint.
In her fragrance there is another charm; pure to the extreme, she does not know cold.
I listen to the horizontal flute with sorrow; I look at the slanting branch as if ill.
If the contrary wind understands my meaning, it will not easily destroy her.
"Plum Blossom"
Northern and Southern Dynasties · Yu Xin
That year in mid-twelfth month, I already felt the plum blossoms were late.
I did not believe this spring would be late, so we all came to look among the snow.
The tree stirs and hanging ice falls; the branches are high and the outstretched hand is cold.
Had I known earlier I would not find it, I would truly regret dressing so thin.
"Seeking Plum Blossom in the Snow"
Southern Dynasties · Xiao Gang
How I marvel that the plum blossoms are late, and vie to peep at them in the snow.
The lower branches are low and easy to see; the high places are far and hard to know.
All are shy, begrudging the exposed wrist; yielding to one another, they say the waist is weak.
Surely I must go back and cut colored silk, learning to make two or three branches.
"Harmonizing with Lord Yuzhang's Yellow Plum"
Song · Chen Shidao
Light in color yet more brilliant the flower, weak in body yet her fragrance endures of itself.
Jade substance with golden garments, the mountain bright, the wind playing with her shadow.
Wintersweet
Song · Wang Shipeng
Neither wax nor yet plum, the plum has dyed its cheeks with wax.
The wandering bee, seeing it, is still surprised, suspecting it comes from honey.
Wintersweet
Song · Yang Wanli
Heaven has wrought something rare at the plum tip; the national fragrance is not yet allowed for the world to know.
Earnestly it dripped wax and sealed it up, but secretly the frosty wind pried open one branch.
"Bodhisattva Barbarian"
Song · Han Yuanji
South of the Yangtze in the snow, flowers like jade, elegant and more than ever in new attire.
Exactly fitted with a golden-thread skirt, heavily perfumed with a hundred blended fragrances.
Clearly the hedge chrysanthemum is brilliant, yet she wears a plum's face.
There is nowhere to deal with you; one branch holds more spring.