The silent wicker creek occupies the small garden in Qiu Guang. Born with pride. But to grow old in the branches, not to be a dancer. When you return to the field, the dust heart no longer lingers. Dongli picks chrysanthemums and looks at Nangang. After Ling Tao, people prefer to spend yellow.
Nian nu Jiao Yong ju
After climbing the mountain, the yard is full of new ideas. Solitary, but yellow and fragrant. The beauty of gravel, the weight of gold, and the elegance. Try to wear a hairpin, but I'm sorry she wants to break it.
The charm of pottery is appropriate, the spring breeze is not envied, so it is lonely. 20-year-old frost blows cold for half his life, which is worse than this! The dinner is exposed to the wind, the bank is singing, who will be a slut? Shake the autumn hedge and look at the golden core.
[Chrysanthemum City Singing]-Wang Ruting-
Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
One night, the new frost hit the tile lightly and the banana collapsed. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn.
Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Tang Wu Lu Lei's Chrysanthemum
Charming gold skirt, graceful white jade skin. Knowing it is very different, as cold as old.
It's hard to fall to the ground. It's better to die.
Tang Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum
Dark purple, bright yellow. They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House.
Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset. I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich.