Poems praising flowers 1, I'll come back after the mountain holiday and chrysanthemum time. -Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village"
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn"
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Du Fu: Hope in Spring
5, look at that red and wet place, spend a lot of money on Jinguan City. -Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The ancient poem Zanhua 1. Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
2, the rain closed the door pear flower, forgot youth, missed youth. -Tang Yin's Pruning Plums, Rain and Pear Flowers.
3. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
4, the thin shadow is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
It's better to hold the incense on the branch and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums"