What poems describe the object?

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.

Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.

Translation:

There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home. Plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be stained with a touch of ink.

It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just need to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.

2. Ode to Lime

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.

I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.

Translation:

After a lot of work, the stone is mined from the deep mountains. It regards burning hot flames as a very common thing.

Even if it is smashed into pieces, it is not afraid, as long as the noble moral integrity stays in the world.

3. plum blossom

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

Translation:

There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold.

I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

4. Liu Yong

Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Translation:

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons.

I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.

5. Bamboo stone

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Translation:

Bamboo clings to the green hills, and its roots are firmly rooted in the cracks in the rocks.

After countless hardships and blows, you are still strong, no matter whether the southeast wind blows in the hot summer or the northwest wind blows in the cold winter.