Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming.
The dew is wet in the lonely east, according to the former gold and the sediment.
Children in the world have no high rhyme, only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. -Fan Ceng's "Three Chrysanthemums after Double Ninth Festival"
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month —— Huang Chao's The Last Happiness.
Dark purple, bright yellow. -Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
Ding Mei is jealous, but Ju should be ashamed. Draw an aperture to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge and Sweet Osmanthus"
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. -Su Shi's "Giving Liu Jingwen/Winter Scenery"
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
Yellow-flowered golden beast eyes, red-leafed fire dragon scales. -Yuan, "Linjiang Yi Xiaoxiang Rain Drama"
Insect leaves frost under the grass, pillars press the lake light. Rabbit cold toad cold osmanthus white, this night Heng E should be heartbroken. -Tang Li Shangyin's Moonlit Night
It's not a human species. It moved here from the middle of the month. A little Leng Xiang, blowing all over the mountain. -"Singing Gui" by Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty