The ancient poems about Sophora japonica are as follows:
1. The moon reflected in the east window looks like a moon wheel, and the front hall of Weiyang is completely silent. The acacia flowers are falling, the west wind is blowing, and the parrot is frightening and calling people in the cold night. ——"Two Poems of the Han Palace"
2. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and the trees are full of cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks. ——"Twilight Stand"
3. The sun has not yet set on the mountain before the rain, and the cicadas are clattering and falling from the locust flowers. The north and south of the wheel are infinite, and the old people on the river are home. ——"Send a Summer Sending to Relatives and Friends on the River"
4. Looking at the moon is undoubtedly a blessing, and spring will wait until autumn again. The apricot blossoms bloom and the locust blossoms fall, and the sorrow disappears after a few years. ——"Reminiscences of Feelings"
5. The locust trees dance in the wind and fall into the ditch, and the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain enters the city in autumn. There is an urgent need to recruit soldiers from door to door, and the young master is drunk in the jade building. ——"Early Autumn in Chang'an"
6. The locust trees in the north of the street are hanging beside the horses, and it's too late to see him off when he's sick. On the autumn night after bidding farewell to you, I wrote a new poem about whom to address. ——"Farewell to Brother Xiao Yuan"
7. When I came here, I used my pen to assist Yao, and went to break the locust flowers to cross the wild bridge. Who could see you so melancholy in front of me? You can sing a song all the way. ——"Sending the Judge to Xuanzhou"
8. The sweet charm spreads thousands of miles away, like clouds and jade adorning the Yaotai. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the blooming locust flowers are released from the mind. The pure heart is there, the intention is open, the wind cuts the tassels and cuts the poems, and the dense clouds of drunken bees rush around, picking incense all over the mountains and fields. ——"Partridge Sky·Another Year of Sophora Flower Fragrance"
"In the snow-covered villa with ten miles of Sophora japonica flowers, thousands of trees are inlaid with silver and refreshing fragrance. Jade carvings and ice sculptures have thousands of brocades, and petals are dotted with light frost in front of the courtyard. "In this ancient poem "Qi Jue: Ode to Sophora japonica", the poet depicts for us a landscape splash-ink painting with Sophora japonica as the protagonist, looking at the ten-mile-long Sophora japonica flowers embracing each other and smiling, and smelling the refreshing fragrance. The fragrance makes even the gloomiest mood become sunny.
Who wouldn’t be intoxicated by such beautiful scenery? There is also this song that is similar to it: "The locust trees are filled with qiong flowers in May, and the fragrance intoxicates thousands of homes. Where the blue waves of the pool fall, the fragrance floats all the way to the end of the world." This fragrance of flowers and this beautiful scenery, no matter how impetuous the heart, is when people walk among it. It also became peaceful.