Cao Qingxue Qin (a poem by Lin Daiyu)
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
Walking in the small garden at dusk in spring
Wang Qi in Song Dynasty
Plum powder removes makeup and applies new red begonia.
It's time for tea, and the berries are sticking out of the wall.
Translation:
Plum blossoms are scattered, just like when a girl takes off her makeup, Haitang blooms, as gorgeous as a girl who has just painted new red. Before long, the tea opened, and the matter of spring flowers had come to an end. Only the silk thorns grew on the wall of raspberries.
begonia
Su Shi in Song Dynasty
The east wind curled up and worshipped the light, and the incense mist turned to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
Translation:
The east wind blew away the faint clouds, revealing the moon, and the moonlight was also faint. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard.
Because I was just afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, I lit a tall candle and refused to miss the opportunity to enjoy the blooming begonia.
begonia
Qiu Jin
Planting deep rain, a bunch of light, a bunch of thickness.
How many times in your life have you not used the spring breeze to fight the evening breeze?
Reflections on the Screen Painting of Post Office Begonia
Song of begonia
Lu you
When I first arrived in Shu, my temples were not frosted, and Nanchong looked at Haitang.
I can't see it at that time, but I'm afraid there is a Bijifang.
Biji Haitang is unparalleled in the world, with branches like orangutan blood.
Is Yan Zhuang willing to be a man? Suddenly feel colorless before flowers.
The ship is eight thousand miles to the east, and Yangzhou peony should die of shame.
The cuckoo cries for rain and spring, and dreams of returning to Shu every night.
Why not live forever? More importantly, a thousand years is not enough.
Chinese flowering crab-apple
Songguoshe
Zhu LAN shines on the horizontal pond, and the tree pillow is low.
It spread the profound meaning of Dong Jun and dyed it into a beautiful scenery in West Sichuan.
The broken red branches are still powdered, and the shade is fragrant.
It should be a work department without poetry, and it still contains dew for crying makeup.
Say goodbye to Haitang
Yu Wang
A pile of red snow charms youth, and tears must be taught when leaving.
Fortunately, don't be haggard next year, and the school book is also a flower lover.
begonia
Zhou Bei Yu Xin
Sow deep rain and dew,
A bunch of light and a bunch of thickness.
Never use the power of spring in your life.
How many times have you fought the night wind?
Poetry of begonia
Li Shen
Strange trees on the seashore give birth to strange colors, so we can know that fairy mountains are planted.
Joan Rui was born in Yuen Long, and saw Penglai in Zi Zhi Tu.