Yong Mei (poetry, lyrics, writing, songs, dance, painting, sculpture, photography, etc.)?

1. Words

Bu Suanzi - Ode to the Plum Blossoms by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous.

It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.

2. Poetry

Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

3. Songs

"One Cut Plum", "Ode to Red Plums" and "Plum Blossom" sung by Teresa Teng

4. Photography

"Outstanding" Photo by Jun Tao

"Only to report the coming of spring" Photo by Sun Qingyou

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5. Painting

The Qing palace painting treasure "Plum Blossoms, Bamboos and Stones"

It was created by Zou Yigui, a court painter of the Qing Dynasty, for the 60th birthday of Qianlong, and is recorded in "Shiqu Baoji". On the picture: an old plum blossom grows under a bright moon, new flowers bloom on the old tree, a stream flows by the stone bank, and bamboos sway in the wind. The whole picture is simple and elegant. Qianlong wrote a poem on the painting: The moon shines on the head of Shijiao River, and the shadows of ice-fragrant beads are as pale as this. I know from afar that those who are as thin as a withered plum have not lost their vitality, which makes them particularly precious.

6. Sculpture

Xiao Kuan’s sculpture art "Plum Blossom Goddess"

7. Dance

"Plum Blossom Fairy"

8.Article

Sparse shadows and dense shadows of plum blossoms

Ice-striped wooden leaves. And when the water shines horizontally and obliquely, a flower begins to bloom. The autumn screen on the plain wall attracts the fragrant soul, as if the jade face fades away. The ground is sparsely covered with mountains and the lake is cold, and all the flowers and butterflies are missing. What a beautiful woman, suddenly I came to the window, and the spring in the mirror was so beautiful that it was hard to break.

Thinking about the past in Gushan, soaking in the clear ripples and reflecting the remaining snow on thousands of trees. The east wind in the dark can be ruthless and shatter a curtain of fragrant moon. Who writes Cui Hui's face with light makeup, the recognition is vague and the smoke and silk overlap. Remember the dream, the paper tent has a broken lamp, and I lean against a few clear branches.