The most famous crape myrtle poem is as follows:
1. "Ru Zhi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bida
The green locust trees lined the road to gather the fainting crows, and the envoys were ordered to spread the word and sit down to offer tea. Returning to the Yutang, I can't sleep, the crape myrtle flowers bloom at the beginning of the moon
2. "Zhiyutang Zuo"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Zikui
Forbidden The door is locked and silent, with thick ink dripping and numbness. Singing till dawn, a full moon soaks the crape myrtle flowers.
3. "Zhi Zhong Shu Sheng"
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Your Excellency Silun's article is quiet, and the carvings in the bell and drum towers are long. Who is your companion when you sit alone at dusk? The crape myrtle flower versus the crape myrtle man.
4. "Lagerstroemia"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi
Lagerstroemia and Ziweiweng have the same name but different appearance. Monopolize the beauty of the summer scenery, and don't let the color depend on the spring breeze. There are two tall trees in Xunyang's official residence, and a large cluster of Xingshan monks' courtyard. It's like the resettlement place in Suzhou, where the moon is shining brightly under the flower hall.
5. "Qingpingle·The Golden Wind is Thin"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste the green wine, so they fall asleep under a pillow and a small window. The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly. It's the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
6. "Man Ting Fang· Smoke locks the long embankment"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Cai Shen
Smoke locks the long embankment, and the clouds cross the lonely island. Broken bridges and flowing water dissolve. Watching from a distance, seeing Zheng Hong off from a distance. The old things by the peach leaf stream are like spring dreams, looking back without a trace. An unforgettable place, under the crape myrtle flowers, on a clear night. In Dongcheng, we join hands to find the best places and enjoy the treasures everywhere. When the purple flute sounds, the swallow tower is empty. Fortunately, Lu Lang is still young, and we will meet again in good time. Heavy hatred, talk about the red leaves, and send tears to the west wind.